Gemotions

The envelope, sleek and black, sat on the kitchen counter. Sarah glanced at it repeatedly, a faint ache in her jaw from the smile she couldn’t quite contain. Fifteen years. It was hard to believe. She'd moved far away from her hometown to pursue her dream career.

A fresh batch of cookies sat cooling on a wire rack. She had baked them, a sudden urge driving her. It was a gesture of love she hadn't realized was missing until the invitation arrived.

She grabbed a cookie, the aroma filling her with a feeling of warmth. She was going to see her old friends again, and that was enough for her. She opened her laptop and booked the flight.