Gemotions

The words on the page blurred. Clara sat rigid on the edge of her bed, the biography clutched in her trembling hands. It detailed her childhood fears, her adolescent insecurities, her deepest desires. How could anyone know these things? A knot tightened in her stomach. She felt a profound sense of violation, a chill that had nothing to do with the room's temperature. She wanted to scream, to lash out, but the words seemed to hold her captive, turning her world inside out. She'd always prided herself on being a private person, and now her privacy felt violently stolen.