Gemotions

The weight of the blueprints felt monumental in Maya's hands. The deadline loomed, the construction project was teetering, and now this. Standing in the park, the very park where she and Leo had carved their initials into a tree, she had confessed her hopes of reconnecting, and he’d blinked, completely blank. "I'm sorry, you look familiar, but I don't recall… anything," Leo had said. It was as if their shared history, the treehouse plans and secret handshakes, had never existed. The air felt thick, heavy with unspoken disappointment. Maya’s jaw clenched.