Gemotions

The glossy photograph on the invitation, a group shot from senior year, was a physical manifestation of his past. Liam felt a coldness creep up his spine. His high school years were a series of public humiliations.

He had reinvented himself. He had left the town and created a new identity. A new name. A new life.

He'd arrive at the reunion in a sleek, vintage car, a symbol of his hard-earned success. He’d let them wonder, until the last moment, who he was. Then, he'd drop the facade, and watch the recognition dawn in their eyes.