Gemotions

The rain was relentless, mirroring the storm brewing inside Leo. He'd parked across the street from the building, watching the therapist's office. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do, but he knew he needed to *do* something. He pictured the way Michael had taunted him, the cruel laughter, the relentless teasing. The memory still stung.

He gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles bone-white. The building’s lights flickered on, casting long shadows. He felt a surge of energy, a sudden, urgent need to move. He switched the engine on and started the car.

He watched the therapist leave, and followed her home.