Jane sits on the floor in a ball, arms wrapped around her legs and head buried in her thighs. She glances up at me, eyes wide with terror, and it freezes me. I’ve protected a lot of people, but I have never felt this insane pull with a client. Keep them safe, avoid danger. See it before it happens and redirect. If you have to act, you’ve already failed. And I feel like such a fucking failure. She scrambles to her feet and launches herself at me before I have time to prepare.
