Gemotions

The invitation sat on the counter, a stark white rectangle amidst the usual clutter of bills and takeout menus. Little Lily’s back-to-school night. Sarah picked it up, her fingers tracing the embossed lettering. "Mrs. Gable." Her throat tightened. That woman. After all these years, the same name. She dropped the invitation, the sound a dull thud, and turned to the window. Rain lashed against the glass, mirroring the storm brewing inside her. She felt a hollowness, a deep ache in her chest that made it hard to breathe.