Gemotions

The postman had just left. Emily picked up the envelope, her fingers clumsy. A wave of… something unfamiliar, washed over her. She knew instantly what it was, even before she’d opened it. Northwood High. Ten years.

She walked slowly into the living room, the invitation clutched tightly in her hand. The familiar floral wallpaper seemed to spin. She felt a sudden urge to sit, to just…stop. She sank onto the sofa, the soft cushions doing little to ground her.

Her gaze drifted around the room, taking in the framed photos, the comfortable furniture. Everything felt…wrong. Out of sync. She closed her eyes, trying to focus, but the image of faces and names, long forgotten, clouded her vision. She took a deep breath, trying to regain control.