Gemotions

The automatic doors hissed open, and the sterile air of the clinic washed over Chloe. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. The name on the door was etched into her mind: "Dr. Ryan Fisher." She’d recognized it immediately. The bully from her school years.

A coldness seeped into her bones. She remembered the taunts, the cruelty, the way he'd made her feel small and insignificant. Now, he was a therapist? The irony was almost too much to bear. It felt wrong, offensive.

Her hands were shaking as she reached for the door handle. She felt a deep, abiding… sense of unease. She wanted to turn around and run, to escape the suffocating feeling that threatened to overwhelm her.