Gemotions

The office felt stuffy, the air thick with unspoken disapproval. The young woman sat across from Coach Evans, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, knuckles white. He could practically feel the weight of her disappointment.

He’d always admired her tenacity, her willingness to learn, her infectious enthusiasm. He'd even believed she had a shot. Now, all that was left was this moment, this awkward farewell.

He stared at the framed photo of last year's team, the vibrant colors suddenly muted. His throat felt constricted. He’d hoped for better, for more. He hated the way his gut twisted.