Gemotions

The coffee cup trembled in her hand, the hot liquid sloshing precariously close to the rim. Sarah shifted in her seat at the diner, unable to find a comfortable posture. Her mind raced, a runaway train of anxieties and unanswered questions. She'd stared at the same crossword puzzle for an hour, the letters blurring into an indecipherable mess. A news article popped up on her phone, a small blurb about a local therapist. The name, "David Miller," sent a shock of recognition through her. David Miller, the boy who'd made her childhood a living hell. Now he was a helper?

She slammed the phone down, suddenly wanting to scream. She had to understand, to know how, if at all, it was possible.