Gemotions

The elevator doors opened, and he was hit by a wave of sterile air. The office was quiet. Too quiet. He could hear the faint hum of a refrigerator in the hallway. He felt the familiar, tingling anticipation. He was going to enjoy this.

He saw the nameplate on the door: *Dr. Alice Thompson, PhD, LPC.* He knocked. He heard a voice say, "Come in." Inside, Alice Thompson was all smiles. "Mr. Evans," she said warmly. He simply nodded and sat in the chair, and started to cross his legs. He would make this very, very difficult.