Gemotions

The click of the keyboard, the final edits, the email sent – a wave of pure satisfaction washed over Daniel. He’d just finished writing his novel, and a publishing deal was on the table. He'd never felt more fulfilled.

He hated the idea of therapy, but his sister had insisted. He didn't want to, but he relented. He clicked the link, booked the appointment, and tried to forget about it. He was not looking forward to this.

As he was directed to the therapist's office, he was flabbergasted. There, staring back at him from behind a desk, was Chris, the boy who used to torment him in middle school. Chris. The therapist. Daniel felt a surge of amusement. He felt the corners of his mouth tilt upward.