Gemotions

The office was buzzing with the post-holiday energy. As Michael stood by the water cooler, he overheard Carol from HR sharing tales of a talent show from her childhood summer camp. "Camp Silverwood was amazing! I was the star of the talent show!"

Michael felt a clench in his stomach. Silverwood. He’d gone there too. He recalled his own talent show experience—a disastrous attempt at juggling—that he'd tried desperately to erase from his memory. He felt a deep surge of discomfort.

Carol turned, her eyes landing on Michael. "Did you ever go to Silverwood?" she asked brightly.

“Yes,” he responded flatly, before quickly turning away, pretending to be preoccupied with refilling his water bottle. His hands shook slightly as he fumbled with the lid.