Gemotions

Michael stared at the screen, a muscle ticking in his jaw. David Carter. Of course. The name was a punch in the gut, a memory of constant torment. He slammed his fist on the desk, scattering papers. He could feel heat rising in his chest.

He had built a life, a good one. He had a career, a loving family. Why did David have to intrude on it now? His fingers itched to click "ignore," to pretend he'd never seen it. But a strange, compelling curiosity bloomed in his stomach. What was he up to?

He pictured David, older now, maybe. Hopefully, a little less… intimidating. A tremor went through him. He wouldn't click accept. Not yet. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction. He felt a need to exert some sort of control.