Gemotions

“I don’t understand,” Liam whispered, his voice barely audible. Coach Davies sat opposite him in the coach’s office, the air thick with unspoken disappointment. Liam had always been one of the quiet ones. He kept to himself, never really connecting with the team, always on the periphery of their jokes and shared secrets. Now, he was even further away, banished. Davies watched the boy. The boy kept looking down, tracing circles on the table with his finger, an action that seemed to amplify his sense of isolation.