Gemotions

The cream-colored envelope felt heavy in Amelia's hands, heavier than it should have. She stared at it, turning it over and over, examining the elegant script that announced the reunion. Her high school reunion. It felt like a lifetime ago, a different person. She hadn’t thought about Northwood High in years. Why now? Why her? A coldness spread through her chest.

She went to the kitchen and made a cup of tea, the clinking of the kettle and the rattle of the teacup unnaturally loud in the sudden silence. The invitation sat on the counter, a constant, unwanted reminder. She sat at the table, staring at the swirling steam, the warm mug doing little to thaw the iciness she felt settling in her stomach. What had compelled them to invite *her*?