Gemotions

The air in the weight room hung thick with the scent of iron and sweat. Sarah sat on a bench, head in her hands. It had been weeks since she’d had to make that dreaded phone call to young Tyler. She picked at a loose thread on her worn coaching jacket, the frayed ends a mirror of how she felt inside. Her gut had twisted, a knot of unease, as she’d watched Tyler’s face fall when she delivered the news. She remembered the boy’s promise, his unwavering commitment, his youthful enthusiasm. Now, the space around her felt empty, a void where Tyler’s energy, and ambition, had once been.