Gemotions

My palms were slick. I kept glancing at the appointment confirmation on my phone, the screen reflecting my own grinning face. Sarah. Sarah Miller. Therapist. My Sarah Miller. The Sarah Miller who used to delight in tripping me in the school hallway. Now she was going to help *me*? This was going to be the best therapy session of my life. I adjusted my tie, smoothed down my trousers, and took a deep breath, the air feeling thin and electric.

The waiting room was surprisingly bland, beige walls, generic art. But inside, everything was churning. I could barely sit still. I was picturing the look on her face when she saw me. I tapped my foot, imagining her surprise, her mild bewilderment.