Gemotions

It felt like she'd been punched. Sarah reread the opening paragraph, again and again, but the words remained stubbornly, cruelly, in place. The description of her first heartbreak. Her deepest insecurities. The author, some stranger, had somehow laid bare her soul. She felt her face flush, heat spreading from her cheeks to her chest. She couldn't move, couldn't speak. Her fingers twitched, as if desperate to reach out and tear the pages apart. She wanted to scream, to run, to vanish. Instead, she sat frozen, the book a tangible symbol of her violation.