Gemotions

It was the most innocuous of social media notifications, but it sent shivers down Sarah’s spine. "Request from: Kevin Thompson." The name was a key, unlocking a door to a time she'd preferred to keep bolted shut. Her hands felt suddenly cold, the tips of her fingers almost numb. She rubbed her arms, trying to dispel the goosebumps.

She closed her eyes, trying to recall his face, the way he’d taunted her. He'd been such a menace. She felt the old anger flare, a slow burn that threatened to consume her. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. She had come so far.