Gemotions

A chill snaked up Leo's spine as he reread the email. The subject line, “Scholarship Award Notification,” seemed to mock him now. He’d meticulously checked the application requirements, dotted every 'i', crossed every 't'. Now, a supposed clerical error placed him in this precarious position. He gripped the phone, his knuckles white, and redialed the financial aid office. His voice, usually steady, wavered as he questioned the representative, each word a carefully constructed argument designed to expose any potential falsehood. His eyes darted around the sparse room, scanning for any overlooked detail.