Gemotions

The cramped, cluttered attic felt like a tomb. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of sunlight that penetrated the grime-covered window. Daniel, surrounded by unpaid bills and eviction notices, knew he was cornered. His business was failing. His wife had left. He was on the brink of losing everything. He was paralyzed with dread. Then, a message. A friend request from Brad, the kid who used to steal his lunch money.

He knew Brad was now a real estate mogul. Wealthy beyond belief. A cold sweat broke across his brow. He didn’t know what to expect. He felt a desperate urge to reach out to this person, this former tormentor. He had no choice. He needed to survive. He clicked accept without a second thought.