Gemotions

"Jessica Thompson" The name burned itself onto the screen. It was a name that had haunted her for years. Sarah's blood went cold. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. She wanted to scream, to shatter something. The past, always lurking, had found a way to invade her present.

She instinctively recoiled, physically recoiling from her desk. She got up and walked around the room, feeling like a trapped animal. Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms.

She went to the window, the world outside blurred by her tears. She wanted to disappear, to vanish and never be found. She felt incredibly small and vulnerable. The past was like a persistent, unwanted ghost, and Jessica Thompson was its face.