“I know.” Jayden forced a smile onto her lips. The demons hovered nearby, Fear and Self-doubt waiting for their moment to descend into her headspace. They always got their way. Familiarity gave them a right of entry.
“I’m enrolling in another self-defence class.” Jayden scratched for something positive to say. “I want to regain control of my life, not let my circumstances control me.”
Rita nodded and her bright orange hair gave a little wobble. Half a can of hairspray made it shift in one giant, coiffed mountain. Jayden jumped at the knock on her office door and Sal poked her head through the gap.
“Mrs Smith is here for her appointment.” She lowered her voice. “Her daughter is with her.”
Rita left and Jayden saw the elderly mother and daughter. She felt more like a referee than a couns
