Gemotions

Her hands were shaking. She pressed the "view profile" button and her stomach twisted. "Michael Harrison." It was a name she hadn't thought about in years, a name that carried a weight she thought she'd shed. The world seemed to narrow, the corners of her vision darkening slightly.

She pulled her chair closer to the desk, her knuckles turning white. The room felt cold, even though the sun was shining outside. She reached for her water bottle, her hand trembling as she brought it to her lips. She struggled to swallow, as if her throat had closed up.