The Brink

office looked exactly as Dan had thought it might. All glass panels, metal beams and revolving doors swallowing up and spitting out a parade of professional-looking

waiting required the kind of patience and ability to compartmentalise that he simply didn’t have.

Mediation is not about blame. Or scoring points off of one another for the things you each believe that the other did wrong. We’ll explore the past. But our focus is on the future only, and ensuring that we come to an understanding that is mutual, kind and created by you, not enforced on you

over the last few months, with all the irretrievable insults thrown back and forth, along with a few plates.

Mediation sounded kinder, less stressful than a full-blown, acrimonious courtroom battle of lawyers.

Both of them smiling in a way that betrayed a certain confidence about how they’d weather the coming years.

Both of them smiling in a way that betrayed a certain confidence about how they’d weather the coming years.

And yet here she was, opening the door to the most vulnerable hours of her life and giving him unprecedented access to the interior, domestic details of her marriage, her family and the fractures, cracks and dents across it all.

it was simply the supreme discomfort of a man who was just not used to being in their sort of environment.

Most of them staring at their phones instead of their feet.