Gemotions

He had to get away. He was sitting at his desk, pretending to concentrate on a spreadsheet, but his mind was elsewhere. He heard the phrase "Camp Serenity" and he snapped out of his trance. Across the room, Sarah was excitedly showing her team a photo from her childhood.

A cold sweat broke out across his forehead. His palms were slick. He remembered the cabins, the dark, damp smell of the woods. He had to escape this suffocating place, these memories.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the rapid thrumming in his chest. "I'm not feeling well," he muttered, pushing back from his desk. He headed for the door, the world tilting precariously.