Gemotions

The office was buzzing with the post-lunch energy, but for Daniel, the sounds felt amplified, intrusive. He was acutely aware of every creak of his chair, every keystroke.

"Camp Silver Lake, right? That place was awesome," said Maria with a laugh. She turned toward him, expecting a response.

Daniel’s blood ran cold. He felt a dizzying pressure behind his eyes. He fumbled with his pen, pretending to take notes on the blank notepad in front of him. He struggled to maintain a semblance of composure. He needed to be anywhere but there.