Gemotions

The appointment was a mistake. She knew it the second she walked through the door. But now, trapped in his office, she could feel the rage building within. Her chest tightened. Her vision blurred.

"So, tell me what happened," he prompted, pen poised over a notepad.

“I… I don't…” The words caught in her throat. She fought to breathe, to keep her voice even. Her fingers tapped on her knee, a nervous rhythm. A muscle in her jaw was clenching and unclenching.

She felt a hot flush creep up her neck. This… this wasn't fair. He had no right to this.