Gemotions

The small town was a prison of memory. Everywhere she looked, she saw reminders of her past. Finding out that Kevin, the boy who'd tormented her, was now a therapist felt like the cruelest joke.

She'd done some research, digging into his past. She knew his weaknesses. She knew how to push his buttons. She'd made sure of it.

Her session was scheduled for the end of the week. She anticipated the meeting with the type of relish that left her feeling slightly sick. She would make him remember.