Gemotions

The office air conditioning blast did nothing to cool down Daniel. He’d been in a foul mood all day, and it got worse. His coworker, Emily, was telling a story about a summer camp, a place called "Whispering Pines."

Her description of the camp – the cabins, the campfire songs, the endless games of capture the flag – was so familiar, so achingly precise, it was unnerving. He felt a tremor go through him. He hadn't thought about that place in decades.

He tried to keep his face neutral, but inside, his thoughts were a storm of confusion. How could it be? He tried to swallow, but his throat felt constricted.

“That sounds… familiar,” Daniel said at last, his voice a strained whisper.

Emily’s eyes widened. "You went too?"