She surveyed the cluttered room; the sunlight spilling dusty rays of light over shelves of books that lay haphazardly shoved into place and left unread for years. She instantly regretted agreeing to this meeting and fiddled impatiently with a loose thread on her jumper, counting the minutes until she could run outside and breathe again.
‘Why am I here?’ she repeated. He shuffled around slowly from behind his desk placing a lumpy brown paper package wrapped in gold ribbon in front of her. ‘All the answers are here,’ he replied with an old wheezy laugh. “You’ll see.’