Gemotions

The coffee sloshed over the rim of the mug as Clara slammed it onto the counter. Her jaw clenched. Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, a fact she usually found charming. Today, it just felt…invasive. The notification on her phone read, "Your Teenage Diary: Raw & Unfiltered. Read it Now!" followed by a link. She knew, *knew*, it was her. Someone had done *this*.

Her fingers fumbled with the phone, the screen smudging with each touch. The article was live. Comments already. *Oh, good Lord*. Clara wanted to hurl the phone across the room, but she stopped herself, reminding herself she needed it to order takeout later. She took a long, slow breath, trying to calm the hammering in her chest.