Gemotions

The email notification pinged, jarring Marco from his coding. He sighed, expecting another spam message. He saw the subject line - "An Apology" - and his jaw dropped. He clicked it open, his hand hovering over the mouse. The words began to coalesce on the screen, detailing an event from a lifetime ago. A knot formed in his stomach.

He leaned back in his chair, the wheels squeaking on the linoleum floor. The office was quiet, save for the hum of the computers. He couldn't seem to process the information. He reread the email twice, thrice. He felt a sudden, inexplicable heat creeping up his neck. He wanted to respond, but his fingers remained still. He just stared at the screen, a bizarre sense of disorientation enveloping him.