Gemotions

The report was a disaster. The client had rejected her entire proposal. Hours of work, countless revisions, all for nothing. She crumple the pages in her hands, her knuckles turning white.

She'd stumbled upon the therapist's name online while searching for someone to help with her crippling perfectionism. Mark Henderson. The very same boy who had made her life miserable in middle school.

She remembered the times she would hide in the library, attempting to escape his caustic gaze. Her hands began to tremble. Could she possibly confide in him now, after all these years? The thought caused a knot of unease in her stomach.