Gemotions

The email from David had just pinged into her inbox. He was organizing a work happy hour, and had written, "I'm thinking somewhere like O'Malley's, unless you'd prefer something with more… character?" Her heart skipped a beat. She stared at the screen, the words blurring.

David, it turned out, had also been a camper at Camp Hemlock. And O'Malley's, she realized with a sinking sensation, was right next door to the old, abandoned camp grounds. She imagined the conversation starters, the memories. She felt a wave of nausea rise.

She deleted the email, ignoring the way her fingers trembled, and started to draft a formal resignation.