Gemotions

The email sat in Eleanor’s inbox, glowing with a menacing light. It was from a literary agent. “Your biography is complete and ready for review.” Her breath hitched. She’d always guarded her privacy fiercely. Now, someone had written her life story. Her fingers fumbled as she clicked the link, the world tilting precariously.

A cold sweat slicked her palms. She needed a drink. Maybe two. Her vision blurred as she started to scroll, the words on the screen morphing into mocking faces. Her stomach churned. This couldn’t be real.

She slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the sudden silence of her apartment. She felt a pressing need to pace, to do *something*. The air felt thick, heavy, like a suffocating blanket.