Gemotions

The laptop screen pulsed with an accusatory light. Clara had stumbled upon it while looking for a charger. The title – *The Unraveling of Clara* – slammed into her like a physical blow. Her fingers, usually quick and deft, fumbled as she clicked open the file. Lines upon lines described her, her habits, her flaws, all dissected with clinical precision by the man who vowed to love her. She felt her face flush, heat prickling at her skin. She closed the laptop with a snap, the click echoing in the suddenly silent apartment. She wouldn't look at him when he returned.