Gemotions

The incessant ringing of the phone was like a dull ache in Chloe’s head. She’d been fielding complaints all morning, each one chipping away at her resolve. She sank further and further into her chair, her shoulders heavy with the weight of the day. A long shower and then a nap sounded like heaven.

Her therapy session was this afternoon. She sighed and walked toward the office.

“Chloe, come in.” The therapist greeted her. It was Ethan, the boy who had once shoved her into a locker. Chloe blinked. The walls seemed to be closing in.