Gemotions

The email arrived like a virtual punch to the gut. Sarah saw the subject line – "Willow Creek Reunion!" – and her breath hitched. Her heart began to race, a frantic drumbeat in her chest. She scrolled down, her fingers trembling as she read the details.

The words swam before her eyes. She gripped the edge of her desk, her knuckles bone-white. The muscles in her neck were taut, the tension radiating up into a headache that was already beginning to throb. She slammed the laptop shut, the sound echoing in the silent office.

She envisioned the gossipy whispers, the pitying glances. *No*. She wouldn’t allow it.