Gemotions

The email arrived like a punch to the gut. Michael, the one who’d made his life a misery throughout high school, had sent a request to connect on LinkedIn. John slammed his fist on the desk. He hadn't thought about that guy in years. Now, this?

He took a deep, ragged breath. His heart thudded in his chest, a frantic drumbeat of agitation. He swiveled in his chair, staring out the window at the bustling street below. The world continued, oblivious to the turmoil inside him.

He pictured Michael’s smug face, the way he used to smirk. The anger simmered. He took another deep breath, trying to calm himself, trying not to let the ghosts of the past consume him. He wanted to scream.