Gemotions

The world seemed to shrink around her. Maya’s fingers clenched the worn photograph in her pocket, the edges digging into her palm. She’d recognized him instantly. He hadn't changed much. "Ethan?" she asked, her voice tight. Ethan blinked at her, the smile on his face faltering. He scanned her face, a flicker of polite puzzlement in his eyes. He slowly shook his head, a gesture that sent a jolt of alarm through Maya. She had to get away. The bright afternoon sunlight suddenly felt oppressive, the sounds of the park grating on her nerves. She turned and began to walk quickly, her boots crunching on the gravel path.