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In the following weeks, Camilla worked to her very core.
She spent more time than necessary working on her current case, with people being called and evidence being brought in. Since their last meeting, Brendan had been emailing her with updates since – particularly since they hadn't officially filled began the process of a court order. It was currently in the hands of a judge who was to decide on what happened next.
In the meantime, she had to go over other client cases. Her main focus was Brendan's case, but smaller cases could be managed relatively quickly around them, especially when cases like his could take years before they were taken to court officially.
Camilla scrolled through her emails when her heart lurched as she came across the one she'd sent to herself weeks ago; about counselling. Fuck, she thought to herself quietly. She had completely forgotten about it.
Her hand trembled and she clicked the email, opening the page that was directed in the email. It had been a while since she initially saw it and perhaps now it was time to book a session. Her heart was always going to break at the mention of a baby, at the mention of being a mother and seeing children. Except if she ever wanted to get better and move on with her life, this was the only way.
So instead of seeking out further information on her client, she sought out private counsellors who specialised in abortion. Their rates were higher than she predicted, a majority of them charging fifty pounds per hour.
They always said you couldn't put a price on health – evidently, they were wrong. Despite this, with her heart hammering, she dialled the contact number of one who was situated close by called Sandra, an hour later. "Hello, this is Sandra speaking,"
Camilla was articulate. Always had been. But she froze for a split second at the sound of the woman's voice, before regaining her composure. "Hi, I-I just saw your Ad online and I wanted to book a session with you,"
Sandra's voice was perky through the phone and Camilla could hear the smile in her voice. "Of course, now what I tend to do is go through all of the terms and conditions with you just before the session, okay? So that will include the contract bound between the both of us, confidentiality and so on. Is that alright with you?"
Camilla inhaled a sharp breath, "That sounds good," It didn't.
Sandra made a sound of approval, "Fantastic, now let me look at my next available date ...," The line was silent for a while she seemingly searched, but then the line cracked and she returned. "Well, you're in luck. I do have an appointment free for Thursday afternoon at two, would you be available for that?"
Camilla mentally looked over what she needed to do for the week. She'd been working so consistently that taking a few hours off for an appointment wouldn't matter. But why was she so terrified then? Regardless, she found herself opening her mouth to agree. "That's great," With that, she left all of her contact details with Sandra and her appointment was booked.
