Gemotions

“And then, of course,” said Mrs. Gable, smiling, "there was the infamous canoe trip!" The woman was describing a fundraising event, a gala dinner, and the details began to hit Paul.

He felt the muscles in his jaw tense. Mrs. Gable was a major donor, and at first, the event seemed so promising, a chance to impress her. Now, the event was at the same venue that had been Camp Silver Lake.

He felt the blood rush to his head. He remembered the canoe trip. He remembered the capsizing. He remembered the mosquitoes. He felt the sudden, frantic need to rearrange his calendar and find a different, more pressing appointment.