Gemotions

The news had hit her like a physical blow. The world seemed to have tilted on its axis, leaving her reeling and uncertain. She clutched the appointment card in her hand, the paper crinkling under the pressure of her grip. This was supposed to be a safe space, a sanctuary. Yet, she felt a profound sense of unease.

The door opened, and a man stood there, smiling gently. It was Michael, the boy who used to pull her pigtails and call her names. “Come in, Sarah,” he said. The voice, once laced with cruelty, now sounded soothing.

“I… I need to leave,” she stammered, backing away.