Gemotions

She'd forgotten how to breathe. The air felt heavy, and the world seemed to have lost its color. She gripped the worn steering wheel, knuckles white. The journey had been a series of wrong turns, the streets blurring into a confusing tapestry.

She arrived. Dr. Robert Davies, PsyD. The name was carved into her memory, a constant, low-grade hum of dread. Robert Davies. The boy who’d made her life a living hell.

She felt a wave of nausea, a sudden and profound sense of helplessness. It was a joke, a terrible, cruel joke. Her legs felt weak.

A voice, surprisingly kind, called out, "Come in, Jennifer."