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Late that afternoon, Sarah sat across from him. She didn't speak at first. She just gripped her bag, her knuckles white, her eyes darting around the room as if looking for an exit from her own skin.

By the time Sarah left, the rain had turned to a drizzle. She wasn't "cured," but her knuckles were no longer white. Being Empathic: a Companion for Counsellors and...

Leo looked back at the book on his desk. He realized that being a companion to his clients required him to first be a companion to himself—to understand his own capacity for feeling so that he could keep the door open for others. Late that afternoon, Sarah sat across from him