Gemotions

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of agitation he usually reserved for particularly stressful coding problems. Liam re-read the email, the words blurring slightly. Chloe swore the winning goal in the tournament had been a penalty kick, perfectly executed. He clearly recalled a soaring header, the ball arcing gracefully into the net.

He leaned back in his chair, the office fluorescent lights suddenly harsh. Had his memory failed him? He’d always prided himself on his recall. Sports, dates, even obscure facts – he’d always been the one to know. Now, this. A major divergence from Chloe's remembrance of an event they'd both witnessed firsthand.

Liam tapped his pen against the desk, the rhythm mirroring the rapid beat of his heart. It was a strange sensation, this disorientation, like walking through a familiar house and finding a room completely rearranged. He felt like he was missing something.