Gemotions

The news had hit him like a sedative. He had felt no urge to fight, no need to deny. Just a deep, unsettling quiet. This was the first time he had to face her, the person who made his childhood a nightmare.

As he sat in the waiting area, he felt a strange, quiet calm. He waited for his name to be called. His body felt heavy, his muscles relaxed. It was a bizarre kind of surrender.

The door opened. "David?" The voice was familiar, but softer now, laced with a professional calmness. It was Maria, his childhood tormentor. He felt a sensation akin to sinking, to disappearing. He simply walked into the room.