Gemotions

The request from David, the kid who’d made her life hell in high school, felt like a physical blow. Emily’s breath caught in her throat. She reeled back, as if she had been physically shoved.

She felt a strange disconnect from her surroundings. The familiar scent of her home office, usually a comfort, now felt stifling. Her vision swam slightly. She instinctively turned away from her computer, seeking the solace of the window.

She stared at the falling leaves outside, watching the movement of the wind. She ran a hand through her hair, a gesture of almost unconscious distress. The memories, she realized, were still fresh, the scars still present.