I’d made a mistake. I’d let my own abject shock recoil me in the opposite direction, and I felt it. What I’d shown to Chloe Sutton when she’d ventured nervous footsteps onto my ward wasn’t professionalism. It was a professional veneer. No warmth or welcome, just clipped and cold. There was no smile and no Welcome, Chloe. So nice to meet you. No Chloe, welcome to the team here. We’ve met on the train, hello. I’d remedy that.
