Gemotions

He parked across the street, watching the building. The sign read "Dr. David Miller, Therapist." He knew that name. David Miller, the kid who had made his life a misery. The boy who stole his lunch money, who spread rumors. He'd never forget.

He took a deep breath, smoothing down his clothes. He'd been looking forward to this all week. He needed a moment to center himself, though his hands were trembling.

He entered the office, feeling a thrilling sense of control as he was shown into the therapy room. David Miller looked up, his face a mask of professional calm. The game had begun.