Gemotions

He stared at the sign, its neat lettering a stark contrast to the chaos brewing inside him. Ethan’s legs felt like jelly, as if they might give way at any moment. He took a few shaky breaths, willing his body to cooperate.

He recalled the brutal games in the schoolyard, the relentless teasing, the way Dean had reveled in his discomfort. It was a time he wanted to erase from his memory. And now he was expected to bare his soul to Dean, to a stranger who knew too much.

He pushed open the door, his heart hammering against his ribs. The office was sunny and filled with plants, a far cry from the playground. Dean greeted him, his demeanor professional. Ethan struggled to maintain composure.