Gemotions

The book arrived in a plain brown wrapper, smelling faintly of paper and something stale. Eleanor ripped it open, a sudden, jagged movement. Her name was emblazoned across the cover in a font she didn’t recognize. Inside, the pages chronicled her life, a life she thought only *she* knew. Each memory, from her first scraped knee to the secret heartbreak of her college years, was meticulously detailed, yet felt…wrong. Like looking in a funhouse mirror. Her breath hitched in her chest. She flung the book across the room, the flimsy pages fluttering like wounded birds. Now, the book's presence hung over her like a heavy shroud.