Gemotions

He scanned the webpage. It was him. Michael’s essay, “The Steady Hand,” was now required reading. It highlighted his need for structure, for a consistent hand. It was an essay about dependence.

Michael's vision blurred. He'd always needed a plan, a schedule, and a leader. His heart hammered in his chest, a frantic rhythm. He felt a potent mix of shame and fear.

He reached for his phone, his fingers already dialing the number of his mentor, the one person whose judgment he valued above all others. He wanted the reassurance, the approval. He needed a voice that could calm the storm brewing inside him.