Gemotions

He drove slowly, circling the campus, noting every car, every face. David's chest felt tight. This wasn't about the money; it was about principle. He pulled over to the side of the road and opened his laptop again, scrolling through the scholarship application guidelines, the fine print. He reread the letter of acceptance, scrutinizing the dates, the wording. He was looking for any hint of manipulation, any chink in the armor of bureaucracy. The setting sun cast long shadows, mirroring the unease growing inside him.