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He slammed the phone down, the plastic cracking beneath his hand. This was unbelievable. She, of all people. Sarah Jenkins, who'd delighted in tripping him in the school hallways, was now a *therapist*? He paced his tiny apartment, the cheap laminate flooring creaking beneath his agitated steps.

He picked up the phone again, already dialing. This was just a check-in appointment, but something else now. He wasn’t actually going to go. He just needed to hear her voice again. Just to confirm it wasn't a nightmare. He wanted to scream.

The automated voice of her receptionist filled the silence. He ended the call before it could go any further. He kicked his shoe across the floor. This was too much. He was going to find out what was going on. He grabbed his coat, heading out the door.