Jillian had finished with her last appointment for the night and sat in the window of her office, watching the London skyline. One of the best parts about Antila's Youth Councilling Centre being on the second storey of a building was the view. It gave her some sense of height and freedom. The traffic below purred and Jillian took a deep breath, steadying herself out from the day’s work. Sometimes it was hard, she had to admit. Listening everyday to people’s problems, some of them so horrible. She sat day after day and listened to children tell her about terrible things that were happening to them. Much of the time Jilly could do nothing to step in and help. (Sometimes it was better when the crimes were so clear. At least then she could make the law step in and do its damn job.)
( She moved to grab her coat from the back of the door, her bracelet bells jingling softly )
( She moved to grab her coat from the back of the door, her bracelet bells jingling softly )