Gemotions

The small, independent bookstore was her sanctuary. Now, it felt like a trap. The book, her life story, sat on a display table near the entrance, prominently featured. She ran a finger over the cover, the image of her younger self staring back at her.

Her breath hitched. She felt a warmth spread through her chest. A wave of a strange, inexplicable happiness washed over her. She picked up the book, opened it, and began to read, her eyes scanning the familiar words with an unfamiliar sense of wonder.