Gemotions

He parked his car in the lot, the engine cutting out with a definitive click. He sat there for a moment, staring at the building. Dr. Sarah Baker. The name seemed to mock him, triggering a fresh wave of that feeling he had been fighting all morning.

He gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white. He had been bullied relentlessly throughout his childhood, and now the woman who had led the charge was a therapist. It was an absurd twist of fate, almost comical in its cruelty.

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture a futile attempt to regain some semblance of control. He felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to drive away, to forget he'd even scheduled this appointment. It was going to be hard, he knew, to lay his vulnerabilities bare before the person who had once delighted in exploiting them.