Gemotions

The notification popped up: "Mark Harrison sent you a friend request." Amelia almost choked on her coffee. She slammed the mug down on the counter, a wave of heat blooming in her chest. Mark Harrison? The kid who’d once tripped her in the school hallway, sending her books and dignity sprawling? She scrolled through his profile – a picture of him grinning, holding a fishing rod, captioned "Living the dream!" *Living the dream, huh?* she thought, a sneer twisting her lips.

Amelia huffed a breath, then clicked the 'X' to close the tab. She paced her small kitchen, the wooden floorboards groaning under her feet. Her hands clenched and unclenched. Why now, after all these years? She tossed a dish towel over her shoulder, the sudden movement nearly knocking a vase off the windowsill.