Gemotions

The locker room felt cold and empty, a stark contrast to the boiling chaos within Coach Peterson. He had spent the last hour meticulously avoiding the inevitable. Each tap on his phone, each check of his emails was simply delaying the outcome.

He glanced at his watch. 6:00 p.m. The meeting was scheduled for 6:15. His hands were clammy as he stared at the roster, each name a weight dragging him down.

He walked toward the mirror, staring at his reflection. His face was pale, his eyes wide. He looked like someone on the brink of collapse.