Gemotions

The flickering candlelight on the table in the pub felt mesmerizing to Cara. She stared at it, willing the flame to stop its dance. She’d had a particularly draining week, and the weight of her responsibilities pressed down on her. The warmth of the room seemed to lull her into a stupor. She’d nearly missed her appointment.

Her therapist, she knew, was a new hire. Someone recommended by a friend. She ambled towards the building.

The therapist's door opened, and a voice greeted her. “Cara, come on in. Have a seat.” Cara felt her jaw drop. It was Emily, the girl who made her life miserable in high school. Her legs felt like jelly as she found the chair.