Gemotions

The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and despair. He sat beside his father’s bed, his hand clenching the older man's frail, bony fingers. The beeping of the heart monitor was a relentless, rhythmic pulse of dread. His world was shrinking.

His throat constricted as a wave of overwhelming emotion washed over him. The doctors had been clear: there wasn't much time. He struggled to breathe.

He needed a lifeline. He needed someone to help him navigate this impossible situation. He pulled out his phone. He scrolled through his contacts, his gaze settling on a number he'd avoided for years. He called her, Sarah Bellweather, LMFT. She'd made his life a misery.