Gemotions

The discovery struck him with the force of a physical blow. A secret room, packed with file cabinets, crammed with his schoolwork from kindergarten to graduation. His breath hitched in his throat. He felt trapped.

He moved through the room, his movements jerky and uneven. He ran his hand along the cool metal of the cabinets, then pulled a drawer open. Inside, neatly organized, were his elementary school art projects, his middle school science reports, his high school transcripts. The implications of this were immense.

He turned, wanting to flee, to escape this monument to his youth, his failures, and his mother's impossible surveillance.