Gemotions

The office was decorated with minimalist furniture, the clean lines and neutral colors contributing to a sense of order and space. I sat on the leather sofa, the material cool against my back. I took a deep breath.

I felt like I was ready to speak. I was here to delve into my past, and I felt like I was fully prepared. Dr. Harding's reputation preceded her, and I expected to be challenged.

The door opened, and she entered. My stomach flipped. Rebecca Harding. The one who had always seemed to be out to get me. I found myself in a state of quiet acceptance, a tranquil awareness that allowed me to feel no negative reaction.