Gemotions

The invitation was tucked inside a glossy magazine, a flimsy insert that barely caught her eye. She almost threw it away. Then, she saw the name of the school. Her pulse quickened.

She scanned the details. The venue. The date. Her mind raced, a jumble of thoughts and anxieties. Her hands became cold. She felt disconnected.

She sat heavily on her sofa, the magazine falling to the floor. The world around her seemed to tilt. She hadn’t thought about those years in ages. They were a closed book. Now, it was open.