Gemotions

A vein throbbed in Daniel’s temple as he reread the email. "KindredSpirit" had always been the voice of reason, the calm in his storm. He’d entrusted them with his deepest fears, his most humiliating secrets. Now, he sat in a sterile waiting room, the fluorescent lights amplifying his tension. He knew the name, a detail "KindredSpirit" had let slip during a particularly vulnerable chat. He recognized the name, the email address, from the doctor's name tag that now hung on the receptionist's desk. The blood in his ears roared.