Gemotions

The book lay open on the kitchen table, sunlight illuminating the glossy cover. Sarah stared at it, her hands clenching into fists. The title, in a typeface she’d never seen before, declared: *Sarah Jenkins: A Life Unfolding*. She snatched it up, flipping through the pages, a coldness spreading through her chest. Details about her childhood, her first heartbreak, her career aspirations—all laid bare, but she hadn’t contributed a single word. Her breath hitched.

Her eyes flicked around the kitchen. The toaster seemed to hum louder than usual, the ticking clock amplified. She slammed the book shut, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. "Who… who did this?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.