Gemotions

"Did you ever go to Camp Meadowlark?" Tim asked, completely casually. The question hit Robert like a sucker punch. He could not seem to think.

He froze, his fork hovering halfway to his mouth. He felt a deep, strange ache in his temples. He lowered the fork and his appetite vanished.

His breathing quickened. He felt the blood drain from his face. The room, the food, the people, all disappeared into a blur.

The camp was like a forgotten dream, now resurrected, and he felt utterly unprepared for the confrontation. He could not speak; he could only stare.