Gemotions

The morning sun streamed through the window, warming Amelia's face as she stretched languidly. A soft smile played on her lips as she made her way to the kitchen, humming a cheerful tune. Everything felt light, effortless. She poured a cup of coffee, its aroma filling her with a sense of pure contentment. Today was going to be a good day.

The phone rang, a jarring sound in her serene atmosphere. It was a referral, a new client. As she jotted down the details, a name on the intake form froze her: Marcus Thorne. Her stomach clenched for a fraction of a second, then relaxed. Marcus Thorne, the bane of her childhood. *He’s a therapist?*

Later, in her airy office, she arranged her pens and water glass. A soft laugh escaped her as she thought of what awaited. Her heart danced in her chest. She couldn't wait.