Gemotions

He ran his hand over the worn leather of the armchair, feeling the smooth texture under his fingers. The office was cozy, filled with bookshelves and soft lighting. He hadn't expected it to be so… inviting. This was the place, the same address that sent a shiver down his spine. He knew the name from the online reviews, the glowing praise for Dr. Ramirez. He knew the face from the yearbook. The person who had tormented him in elementary school. But now, she was Dr. Ramirez, and he was here seeking help. A lightness filled his chest, like a balloon slowly inflating.