Gemotions

The clinking of silverware and the buzz of conversation faded to a dull roar. Sarah’s palms began to sweat as she watched Michael approach. He was moving toward her, a slow, deliberate movement that made her feel like a rabbit caught in headlights.

She hadn't seen him in over a year. She'd built a life that didn't include him. The carefully constructed peace she had was shattering.

She watched him, her heart thumping against her ribs. He was talking to the groom, their friend David. She suddenly found herself very, very interested in the label on the wine bottle in front of her. She took another gulp, the wine suddenly tasting sour.