Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the small bakery, a comforting scent that always brought a smile to Clara’s face. She carefully decorated a cake with delicate buttercream roses, her fingers moving with a familiar grace. The simple act brought her into a state of intense focus.

She was seeking help with feelings of isolation. She’d gone to the office, and the receptionist waved her in. She realized, with a start, that her therapist was Jessica, the girl who used to spread rumors and make her life difficult. A flicker of something crossed her face, then she took a deep breath.

"Hello, Clara," Jessica said, her voice soft. "Please, sit down."