Gemotions

"And then you tripped and spilled spaghetti all over the bride," Jake chuckled, retelling the story of his sister's wedding.

Sarah’s face flushed. That wasn't how she remembered it. She had been nervous, yes, but she remembered gracefully navigating the crowded reception, balancing a plate of food. It was Jake who had bumped into someone. He had spilled the pasta. He made the mess. The room tilted. She reached for the water glass, her hand shaking so badly she nearly dropped it. A cold sweat beaded on her forehead.