Gemotions

He’d called it a "fictionalized account," but the details were too specific. Sunlight, normally a comfort, felt harsh on Clara's skin. She rubbed her arms, a shiver running through her despite the warmth. Reading the passage about her "controlling nature," she felt a pressure build behind her eyes, a tightness that made it hard to breathe. Clutching the paperback to her chest, she paced the length of their small apartment, the worn rug doing little to soothe her restless feet. She needed air, needed to be away from the words that felt like a physical weight.