Gemotions

The relentless drone of the air conditioning seemed to amplify the internal pressure building within Sophia. She felt a constant tension, a low hum of unease that had become a permanent fixture in her existence. She stared blankly at her computer screen.

Her gaze drifted to the picture on Greg’s desk. A group of kids, arms slung around each other, laughing. The backdrop was unmistakable – the mess hall, the lake… It was Camp Eagle's Nest. Sophia felt her pulse quicken.

Greg noticed her staring and beamed. "Crazy, right? Did you go there too? That was the best summer of my life." He bounced on the balls of his feet, radiating an energy Sophia found unsettling. She turned back to her work, the cheerful noise becoming unbearable.