Gemotions

The book landed with a soft thud on the doorstep, wrapped in plain brown paper. Inside, the story of her life, rendered in detail, with a flair she did not recognize. She ran her fingers through her hair, a nervous gesture. Her head spun. She felt a cold sweat on her back. She wandered around her living room, her steps clumsy. She kept glancing at the book. It was a dark, silent sentinel. She finally sank into the armchair, the book still in plain sight. She felt a hollowness in her chest. She stared at the ceiling, then turned her head towards the biography. She didn't dare to pick it up.