Gemotions

The air conditioning blasted cold air, but it did nothing to soothe the chill inside Fiona. She'd been staring out the window, watching the rain streak the glass, a fitting mirror of her inner landscape. She felt so empty.

Her inbox was overflowing, but she couldn’t summon the energy to tackle it. Her hands felt clumsy, her mind sluggish. She’d made a mistake this morning, and the thought of her error weighed heavily on her.

“I was just reminiscing about Camp Starling,” said Kevin, approaching her desk. He looked energized and happy. “Remember those archery lessons?”

Fiona’s head snapped up, her eyes widening slightly.

“Starling,” she echoed, the name sounding foreign on her tongue. Her chest tightened. She took a deep breath, trying to regain control.