Gemotions

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the park as Sarah watched the swing set, unoccupied. She’d promised to meet Liam there, a promise made weeks ago online, a promise she’d blithely dismissed until she'd discovered his local address. Her stomach churned. He was probably already here.

Her fingers fidgeted with the strap of her backpack, playing a nervous rhythm against the worn canvas. The vibrant colors of the playground suddenly felt harsh and judgmental. She’d invented so much about herself, the glamorous life, the adventurous spirit. Liam, she now knew, was a quiet, observant soul. She'd built a friendship on a foundation of deception.

She finally spotted him near the slide, a small figure, and she froze. He was staring at his feet. She took a deep breath. She had to do it.