Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mimicking the frantic drumming in Amelia's chest. Liam was across the table, recounting the night they’d found the abandoned dog. He painted a picture of heroism, of them bravely facing the storm.

Amelia’s hands were clammy, twisting her napkin into a tight knot. The memories clawed at her, and she felt a prickle of goosebumps crawl up her arms. She remembered only the bitter cold, the oppressive darkness, the relentless wind that stole her breath. She remembered the way Liam had almost tripped over the dog, and then stood frozen, while she had run back to the car.

"You remember how I was the one who actually found the dog?" Liam asked, a smirk playing on his lips. Amelia stared at him. The smile felt like a physical blow. Her voice caught in her throat.