“Now then,” Raven looked at me. “I want you to close your eyes and think about your wife.”
Feeling like an idiot, I did as he asked.
“I want you to really concentrate on Fiona,” Raven continued. “Think about her hair, her smell, her smile. Focus on her hopes, her dreams, her beliefs. Think of her personality, her laugh. Think about how you feel when you're with her.”
I concentrated, hard as I could.
“Now, imagine Fiona outside, in the street, in the sun. Imagine her on this street. Imagine she's just outside the door.”
