Gemotions

“Well,” he thought, “this is just great.” He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the building across the street. *Melissa Chen, LPC.* The name sent a jolt through him, the same jolt he felt when he was running from her on the playground.

He made himself wait until 10 minutes past the appointment time before he crossed the street. He had to know he wasn't being set up. He had to be certain.

The waiting room felt small, the air thick. He watched her approach him, her face a mask of professional neutrality. He allowed himself to be led to the therapy room, but he kept his distance. He listened intently, searching for any sign of malice. He was ready for anything.