Gemotions

She found herself cleaning, a frenzied energy driving her. She scrubbed the countertops, vacuumed the carpets, as if she could erase the past through sheer effort. Everything felt sharp, almost painful to the touch. The news had thrown her off balance, like a sudden earthquake.

She had reached out for help, finally admitting she needed it. The receptionist had scheduled her with Daniel Harding. The same Daniel Harding who made her life a misery in middle school. The knowledge had hit her like a punch to the gut.

She paused, leaning against the counter, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She had to get control of herself.