Gemotions

The smell of chlorine hit Sarah like a punch to the gut. She’d been enjoying a rare moment of peace, scrolling through her phone during her lunch break, until David, from the marketing department, started reminiscing. "Remember the swimming pool at Camp Greenleaf? I practically lived in it!" he exclaimed to no one in particular.

A knot formed in Sarah’s stomach. Greenleaf. The same summer camp where she had bravely tried to learn to swim and failed. The fear and humiliation were etched into her memory. He had no idea what it was like.

“Oh yeah, great pool, right?” Sarah chimed in, managing a weak smile. Her fingers tightened around her phone. She felt her face burn. She wanted to be anywhere but there.