Gemotions

The sleek, modern office was a jarring contrast to the memories swirling in Emily’s head. Polished concrete floors, minimalist furniture, and a panoramic view of the city skyline. And sitting in the swivel chair behind the expansive desk? Kevin. Kevin O’Malley, the king of the dodgeball court, the one who relentlessly mocked her glasses and braces. Her stomach churned.

She couldn’t believe this. Of all the therapists in the city, she’d somehow ended up with *him*. Her hands were clammy. She’d come here for help with her anxiety, not to confront a ghost from her past.

“So, Emily,” Kevin said, his gaze steady. “Tell me about what’s been going on.” Emily swallowed hard. She wanted to scream, to lash out. Instead, she found herself stammering out a response.