Gemotions

The familiar logo on the envelope was a slap in the face. David stared at it, a knot of tension forming in his jaw. He had been enjoying the quiet of his study, the warm afternoon sun streaming through the window. Now, everything felt different. The room seemed colder, the sunlight less bright.

He slammed his hand on the desk, the sound echoing in the stillness. He was supposed to be working on a presentation, but the words on the screen blurred before his eyes. He got up and began pacing, his steps erratic. The reunion was like a dark cloud over his head.