Gemotions

The air conditioning was blasting, making the room feel like a meat locker. Chloe wrapped her arms around herself, but it didn't help. She felt… agitated. More than agitated. She just wanted to scream.

She’d almost cancelled the appointment. Nearly turned the car around. But she couldn't. She needed help. It was just… incredibly inconvenient that *he* was the one offering it.

The receptionist called her name. The therapist's door opened, and there he was, standing in the doorway. He looked… unchanged. Which, in itself, was a source of great… frustration. He ushered her inside.