Gemotions

The news had hit Carla hard. The world felt chaotic, the future uncertain. The strain was palpable. She found herself retreating, seeking refuge in the shadows. The simplest tasks felt overwhelming.

She sat in the waiting room, her gaze fixed on the floor. Her name was called, and she looked up. It was Brian, the one who had once made her life hell. He was, of all people, a therapist.

Brian opened the door, a polite smile on his face. "Carla, please. Come in," he said, and the air thickened.

She went into the room, her footsteps slow. Brian looked older, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes.