Gemotions

The sterile environment of the psychologist's office felt suffocating. Liam sat perched on the edge of the plush chair, unable to relax. His gaze flicked around the room, taking in every detail: the perfectly aligned books on the shelf, the framed diplomas, the calming landscape painting. He picked at a nonexistent piece of fluff on his trousers.

He felt an immense weight pressing on his chest. Across the room, the man who had made his childhood a relentless trial sat observing him with gentle eyes. The very presence of his tormentor was a betrayal. He had made a mistake.

Liam opened his mouth, then closed it again, unable to speak.