It is a Tuesday morning in March, Immy is at school, and the agency review that gets booked every spring is on Thursday. Her phone was face up on the table at breakfast and the messages are ordinary: a football result, a photo of a dog, a question about whether she likes coriander. In the last hour something else has come back to you: the coordinator used to ring you around this time of year, and more than once you said not this one, not this year.
Five Letters on the File