Ross blurted when he got it. ‘Transposition. Like, when before reacting, you try to put yourself in the other person’s shoes.’

‘Brilliant, Ross,’ Tanvi said brightly. ‘Henry, instead of jumping straight to anger, try to imagine Keith’s position. When a nurse in a mental health facility walks into a room and sees a length of cable that a patient might use to harm themselves, what might they be thinking?’

‘Keith is only a student nurse,’ Ross said, lapping up the therapist’s approval. ‘He’s probably scared about losing his job or getting in trouble with management.’

Georgia nodded supportively. ‘The nurses work twelve-hour shifts. Keith was probably wiped by the time he came in and saw Henry playing video games …’

Georgia had eight million Instagram followers and a face that had been on magazine covers. Henry couldn’t look down on her so focused his resentment on Ross.

‘Why are you against me?’ Henry growled menacingly.

‘Henry,’ Tanvi said sternly. Therapists were supposed to stay neutral, but she couldn’t completely hide her irritation. ‘I’m trying to help you deal with anger issues. Please tell me something Keith might have been thinking during the confrontation?’

Henry didn’t want to play. He folded his arms and his voice went high.

‘God!’ he blurted, knee bouncing and knuckles turning white. ‘I feel like everyone in this room is attacking me!’

Tanvi was about to speak, but Alex finally broke the silence.

‘You’re a total drama queen, Henry,’ Alex blurted. ‘Your stupid voice has been drilling into my head for most of the last hour. Nothing is ever your fault. Your au pair brought the wrong clothes, some of the night staff don’t let you have pizza delivered, your Xbox, blah, blah, blah … And the second someone disagrees or challenges, you claim we’re attacking you.’

Tanvi made a simmer-down gesture to Alex. ‘It’s good to finally hear you contribute, Alex, but you know the group rules. Remain fully in your seat and make sure comments are constructive, not abusive.’

Alex moaned with exasperation. ‘Henry almost stamped a guy to death. In the six weeks since I got here, I’ve heard him verbally bully younger patients, like Ross. He’s yelled at nurses and lobbed scrambled eggs at kitchen staff. The point of group therapy is to talk through your problems. But how can that work with a person who can’t handle the slightest suggestion that something might be his own fault?’

Henry looked at Tanvi, clutching his chest like he’d been shot. ‘Are you going to let her attack me like that?’

Tanvi paused for a deep breath, stressed but projecting calm. ‘Alex’s tone could be less aggressive, but she’s raised an interesting point about how we need to examine ourselves honestly to benefit from group therapy.’