I sat opposite Bill Waterman in his ostentatious office. His investigator, Olivia Phillipe sat in the far corner, bespectacled and thin lipped, she reminded me of a school principal. Or a librarian. I swore to myself I wouldn't have another panic attack. I used all the techniques Maryam Karimi had passed on to me, and they worked. The overriding sense of a complete lack of control however, stayed within me. Festering and morphing into something far more frightening.
If I'd thought I was on the precipice, now I was falling. Falling to some meant something amazing. Something that happened once in a life time. Falling in love for instance, is supposed to be the single most profound moment in a persons life. The lack of control there is exciting and exhilarating. The way I felt couldnt be fur
