Gemotions

"Oh, *hell* no." The words, laced with venom, were the first thing out of Cassandra's mouth when she saw the silver envelope. She held it out at arm's length, as if it were a biohazard. The sheer audacity of the thing. After all this time. After everything.

She tossed it onto the counter with such force that it bounced, scattering the mail. That place, those people…they were a closed chapter. A dark, ugly, forgotten chapter. The thought of being in the same room as her former tormentors made her skin crawl.

She started pacing. The reunion was weeks away. She would not let this disrupt her life. Absolutely not.