Gemotions

The muted sounds of the office were comforting to Chloe. She was proofreading a report, carefully examining each sentence for any errors. The task required intense focus, and she was thoroughly engrossed in the work. The scent of the freshly brewed coffee from the break room drifted in, a welcome distraction.

Michael, another coworker, walked over to her desk. “Hey Chloe, got a moment?”

Chloe nodded, marking her place in the document. “Sure, what's up?”

"I was just looking at these old photos my mom found," Michael began. "And one of them looked exactly like the lake at Camp Starling."

Chloe's expression softened. "Camp Starling? I used to go there," she said, a smile slowly forming on her lips.

"No way! Really?" Michael responded, surprised.

Chloe felt a warm feeling spread through her as she said, "Yeah, I was in the arts and crafts cabin."