Gemotions

The drive was endless. The landscape blurred past, a chaotic mix of green and gray. She hadn’t slept in days. She gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white. The book, which she'd managed to take from his laptop, was replaying in her mind, like a bad song stuck on repeat. The hurt was physical, a dull ache in her chest.

Every mile stretched into an eternity. He had painted her as a monster, and she felt like one, too. She pulled over to the side of the road and rested her head against the wheel, the world tilting precariously on its axis.