Gemotions

A grin stretched across Mark’s face as he read the online profile. "Dr. Brenda Carter, specializing in childhood trauma.” He’d known it was her before he even saw the name. Brenda, the girl who’d stuffed his lunch in the mud every single day.

He drummed his fingers on his desk, the tapping an excited rhythm. He booked an appointment for the following week. He couldn’t contain his anticipation. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest.

The thought of it made him feel… invigorated. He pictured himself in her office, recounting tales of his life’s successes, the awards he’d won, the happy family he'd built. He could barely contain his delight. He stood up and stretched, feeling a jolt of energy course through him. He decided to go for a run, something he hadn't done in weeks.