Gemotions

A tremor ran through Evelyn as she spotted him. Across the room, bathed in the soft glow of the fairy lights, was Daniel, smiling at someone else. Her breath hitched. She tightened her grip on her clutch bag until her knuckles ached.

She'd been doing so well. Months of therapy, a new job, a new life. And then *this*. The memory of their breakup, the sting of his words, crashed over her like a tidal wave. She wanted to run, to disappear into the nearest closet.

A bead of sweat trickled down her temple. “Just breathe,” she whispered to herself. The cheerful chatter of the wedding guests felt like a personal affront.