Gemotions

She was sorting through old photographs when the notification popped up. From Michael Davies. A wave of disbelief washed over her. Michael. The boy who had tormented her throughout elementary school. Her breath hitched.

The attic was dusty, the air thick with the scent of forgotten things. She ran her fingers across the edges of the pictures. The feelings, buried for so long, started to surface: the fear, the shame, the helplessness.

She sat down on an old trunk, her back against the rough wood. She closed her eyes. She felt the weight of her past. She opened her eyes and looked at the request again. She felt a kind of longing, a need to understand.