50
It’s Okay
Brian had thought he was going to have a celebration after the tribunal. He had staved off a major threat to himself and his family. He should be pleased; he should be happy. But that was a closer shave than he ever anticipated. It was clear to him now that as long as he continued to live this way, he would be subject to this kind of thing again. If the bank lady had just called in sick, he would be sedated by now, not back at his office.
He still had goosebumps on his arms, and he didn’t feel like he could get warm again. He’d spent a lot of time in the washroom, trying to feel clean, trying to feel all right again. He looked at himself in the mirror, both hands on the sink. His eyes were red, his skin was worn. The rich brown cheeks of his youth were now graying with bad
