Gemotions

The elevator ride felt like an eternity. He kept replaying the words, the accusations, the names he’d been called, the physical violence he’d endured. He’d sought help for anxiety, but the thought of facing Mark, now Dr. Collins, made him want to bolt.

He’d avoided the town for years, but his mental health was deteriorating. The panic attacks were crippling. He couldn’t afford to let his pride get in the way.

He ran his hand through his hair, smoothing it, hoping he looked presentable. The door opened, and Mark stood, a kind look on his face. He felt like he was being scrutinized. He averted his eyes.