“Hi. My son was held up at knife point on the way home from school yesterday.”
“Ye, I just wanted to log that I’ll be picking him up from now on – just to make sure he’s safe.”
“Okay, I’ll make a note of that for you.”
And that was that. I stood there for a moment, lingering a moment too long, processing the seeming normality of it all.
My colleague looked at me, shaking his head and laughing. “This is real life, Jess.”