Gemotions

The city outside the window was a blur of movement and noise, a stark contrast to the quiet lake of Camp Willow Creek. The mention of the camp had been like a slap. Robert, his coworker, was chatting away about the annual talent show, recounting how it went.

Ethan felt a deep, profound sadness. He hated how he was responding. He took a sip of his coffee, his hand shaking slightly. The memory of what happened that night burned in his mind.

He knew he couldn’t look Robert in the eye. He just needed to get through the day. He busied himself with his computer, ignoring the conversation.