Gemotions

The coffee sat untouched on the kitchen counter, growing cold. Each morning, she used to look forward to the ritual, the warmth, the promise of the day. Now, even the thought of it was exhausting. She'd been a fan of Finch since she was a child, devouring every book.

Now, her heart throbbed with a dull ache. The accusations, the evidence… it was all true. Her hero, the man whose words had offered solace, was a fraud. It felt as if her childhood had been dismantled, brick by brick.

She went back to bed, pulling the covers over her head, wishing she could simply disappear. The world seemed overly bright, the sounds of her own breathing amplified in the silence of the room.