[originally published by HCE Review, vol. 2, no. 4, 10.08.2018]
I am nineteen and Emma is twenty-three.
Driving home from Warwick over reading week, mum and I stop by the office where Emma works to pick her up. Mum works at the same place, in the administration department of an insurance firm on the outskirts of London. I worked there for three weeks when I was sixteen, flicking through files to get the staples out before I scanned the documents and put them in a box to shred. It was a different building when I was at the company, but the people have stayed the same. Office people do.