Gemotions

The email arrived late, with a photo attached. A group shot. She knew the location instantly: the rickety dock at Camp Willow Creek. The blurry faces… Some were familiar, others weren't. But in the corner, a shy, bespectacled girl clutched a worn copy of *The Secret Garden*. Her?

Her breath hitched. She scrolled through the attachments again, and her heart began to race. The email sender was David. Her coworker, David, was asking if she was in the picture. The one with the girl. This couldn’t be right.

She felt a sudden need to check, to confirm. To reconcile the man she knew – polished, efficient David – with the awkward girl with the glasses. She felt her hands trembling as she clicked on David's contact information. He seemed different.