Gemotions

"Add Mark Henderson?" The question hung in the digital air like a noxious fume. Ethan, leaned back in his chair. He could smell the acrid, familiar stench of the past. The feeling in his gut was a cold, hard knot. He had worked so hard to put the past behind him.

He pictured Henderson’s face, smug and perpetually bored. His face tightened with barely suppressed anger. The audacity of it! After all the games, the laughter at his expense.

Ethan closed the profile, the screen’s light reflecting in his eyes, He stood up, needing movement, needing to distract himself from this unwelcome invasion. He needed to wash his face. He went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee, moving around the kitchen like a caged animal.