Chapter Fifteen: Callum"Callum, focus!" Trisha pleads with me.
I look up from the notes she's given me, but nothing is sticking.
"Would it help if we took a break?" she asks, her expression somewhere between dejection and sympathy.
"Yeah, let's." I drop the sheet of paper onto the coffee table and get up, heading straight for the kitchen. Chocolate. There should be some chocolate in here somewhere, preferably to be ingested in combination with some caffeine. I press a few buttons and wait as the coffee maker whirs into action, then find an unopened bar of Lindt in one of the nearby cupboards.
Today is a new low. Not only am I unable to remember the smallest details Trisha is trying to drill into my head for the upcoming interviews, every time I do try to concentrate, all I can think ab
