Gemotions

The afternoon sunlight, streaming through the office window, seemed to hit Amelia directly in the face, making her squint. When Kevin mentioned Camp Starbright, her vision did a little flicker. The familiar, comfortable world seemed to have tilted on its axis.

She gripped the edge of her desk, her knuckles white. She felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of urgency. The camp was a Pandora's Box she thought she'd successfully sealed.

The details Kevin was sharing, the cabin names, the nightly sing-alongs, the hidden trails... it was all too real. Her breathing became shallow and rapid.

She managed a tight smile, hoping her reaction wouldn't raise suspicion. The room seemed suddenly to spin gently.