Gemotions

She drummed her fingers on the armrest of the waiting room chair, the rhythmic tapping a futile attempt to keep pace with her racing thoughts. Her forehead throbbed with a dull ache, a constant companion in these recent days. She felt a knot in her stomach, a persistent reminder of the turmoil brewing within. Her breath came in shallow, rapid bursts.

The receptionist called her name. She had found a counselor online. She followed instructions.

The door opened. Her blood ran cold. It was Frank, the boy who'd terrorized her throughout high school, now wearing a professional demeanor and a reassuring smile. She felt a potent mix of disbelief and simmering rage.

“Come on in, Maria,” he said, motioning her inside.