Gemotions

He felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. The office had become a maze of triggers, and this new discovery, this casual comment, was a direct hit. He’d done everything he could to get rid of the memories, and now it was all coming back.

"Camp Riverbend, huh? I was there, too!" The man chuckled. "Best summers of my life! Remember the canoe races?"

His breath caught in his throat. He saw the canoe, he felt the cold, muddy water. He lost the race. Always. He felt the familiar weight of shame.

“Can we keep the conversation work-related?” he asked, his voice strained. He turned back to his screen, the light reflecting in his eyes, making him look pale and drawn.