Gemotions

The weight of the box felt significant, the cardboard straining against the seams. David took a deep breath and opened it, revealing a trove of his childhood. He had expected photographs. He had expected some toys, maybe even some forgotten treasures. He certainly hadn’t expected to find a meticulous record of his academic life.

He pulled out a math test, the familiar problems staring back at him. He remembered the pressure, the anxiety of getting the right answers. His throat tightened. Every assignment, every test, meticulously preserved, meticulously dated. He felt a sudden chill, a sense that something was deeply amiss. He quickly surveyed the room, his eyes scanning for any sign of someone else being there.