Gemotions

The email notification popped up on her phone, a stark splash of color against the otherwise monotonous screen. Clara almost ignored it, but the subject line, "Northwood High Reunion," forced her to pause. Her fingers hovered over the delete button.

A chill ran down her spine, a sensation she couldn't explain. The room seemed cold, despite the thermostat. She stared at the invitation, the words a blurry jumble. The very idea of seeing them again made her stomach churn.

Her mind was a jumble. She slammed the phone down on the table, the metallic clatter echoing in the sudden silence. The thought of it... it felt like a trap, and she felt like a cornered animal.