Gemotions

The evidence was overwhelming, and it left a sour taste in her mouth. She could feel a strange tightening in her chest, a physical manifestation of her shock and anger. A heat began to spread through her body, making her skin tingle. She reread the article, each word deepening her sense of betrayal.

She pushed back from her desk, the movement jerky and impatient. She needed to move, to do something. She walked over to the window, the city lights blurring before her eyes. Her fingers drummed against the cool glass. The silence in the room was almost deafening.

Her gaze fell on her bookshelf, on the well-loved copies of Finch's books. She reached out, her fingers trembling as she brushed against the spines. A wave of conflicting emotions washed over her, a mix of anger, sadness, and something else, something she couldn't quite name. She felt a powerful energy, an urge to… shatter something.