Gemotions

The invitation sat propped up on the kitchen counter, mocking her. Every time Chloe glanced at it, a knot tightened in her chest. She found herself rearranging the fruit bowl repeatedly, a futile attempt to distract herself. The upcoming reunion felt like a looming catastrophe.

She remembered the way she’d stumbled through those years, a shy girl hidden behind oversized glasses and a mop of unruly hair. Would they remember? Would they even *care*? The thought of facing the judgements, the pitying glances, nearly immobilized her.

She picked up the envelope again, tracing the elegant script with a trembling finger. Perhaps, just perhaps, she could find a good excuse.