Gemotions

The invitation sat on the kitchen counter, a beacon of a life previously lived. Sarah picked it up, running a hand over the glossy surface. A small, involuntary grin tugged at her lips. She could feel a lightness in her chest, a fluttering sensation she hadn't experienced in ages.

She reread the dates and the location, a familiar ache of remembrance mixing with the excitement. She had to book a flight, find a sitter for the kids. So many decisions to make. And so many possibilities.

She already knew who she wanted to call. She picked up her phone, ready to catch up with her old friend, Emily. There was nothing she needed to do right now, but talk about it.