Gemotions

The music pulsed through Clara's veins, a rhythmic beat that echoed her own internal tempo. She was at the peak of her game and feeling invincible. She'd just signed a new record deal and everything felt as bright as the studio lights. Each step was a dance, each breath a song. She couldn’t wait to get to therapy.

The name on the door of the office nearly made her faint. "Dr. Peterson." It was *him*. The kid who used to shove her into lockers and steal her lunch money. Her heart thudded in her chest. She wanted to bolt, but her feet stayed planted. She thought, "Well, *this* is awkward."