Gemotions

The office was tastefully decorated, the lighting dim, the atmosphere calm. He'd been dreading this appointment, and even now, sitting in the waiting room, his chest felt tight. His name was called. He took a deep breath and stood. As he followed the receptionist down the hall, he noticed the name on the door: "Dr. Amanda Blake."

It was a punch to the gut. Amanda Blake. The girl who made his teenage years a misery. He hesitated, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He pushed it open and saw her. Her face softened, her expression changing when she saw who it was. She gestured toward a chair, her voice even and calm.