Gross Moral Turpitude
“What the fuck have I done?”The cold dread, rising from deep inside me with the realisation that this wasn’t a joke anymore.I glance around the room. I can hear one side of a muffled phone conversation in the next room. My name is mentioned, and then hers… Cathy Summerville.I lean my head back and stare at the ceiling as I recall the first time I met Cathy Fucking Summerville.---------------------------------------------I was half-way through an explanation of the key events of the Northern...