Back Safe and Sound
Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Also by Philippa East
  4. Note to Readers
  5. Dedication
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Acknowledgements
  48. Extract
  49. Chapter 1
  50. About the Publisher

Freya. ‘Yes,’ I tell her. ‘I remember. I’m sorry I didn’t get back to you. I did get your voicemail, but … there’s been a lot going on.’ I press a hand to my temple where a deep ache is growing.

‘That’s all right.’ Freya’s voice down the line is warm and friendly, like a little anchor grounding me. ‘I always planned to ring you again.’

‘You said you’re a support worker?’

She hesitates. ‘Well yes,’ she says slowly. ‘For now. But I’m only going to be here a few more months. I’ve got a place to train as a clinical psychologist.’

‘A psychologist?’ I picture the psychologist I saw last year. She was so kindly. The tarmac under me feels a little more solid.

‘Yes. It’s been … very competitive. It’s taken me a long time to get on the course. But it’s happening now and it’s really very important to me. To help people. Honestly, that’s all I really want to do.’

‘Oh,’ I say. ‘Well, that’s good. That’s great. Sorry – you called about … a questionnaire?’

‘Oh yes,’ she says. ‘It’s a bit of a new thing. More data they want to collect, but it shouldn’t take more than a minute or two. Is that okay? I’m not interrupting you with anything else?’

‘No,’ I reply. ‘I’m just … heading home.’ As I say that, I get to my feet. It’s far too cold to sit out here. ‘I can answer the questions while I walk, if that’s okay?’ Even though my legs feel wobbly, as though I’m crashing from an adrenaline high.

‘Yes, that’s perfect. If you sure you’re okay with that? All right … well then … first question. On a scale of one to ten, how satisfied are you with how quickly your referral to the team was processed? One is “very unsatisfied”. Ten is “very satisfied”.’

‘Ten,’ I tell her. When my GP saw the state I was in, panic attacks happening daily by then, she didn’t wait around and neither did they.

‘Ten … Okay. That’s good. That’s great. Um … question two. On a scale of one to ten, how satisfied were you with the convenience of your appointment? One is “very unsatisfied”. Ten is “very satisfied”.’

There’s a roar in my ear as the wind gets into the phone’s microphone. I hope she can still hear me. I want to give good answers, the best answers. I want to let her know I’ve appreciated the help. ‘Ten,’ I tell her again.

‘Yep, okay. Good. So, question three. How useful did you find the input you were given? One is “not at all useful” and ten “extremely useful”.’