Gemotions

The email arrived like a punch to the gut. "Did you write this?" it demanded, the subject line a brutal accusation. It was her diary. The one she thought she’d burned, years ago. Sarah. It had to be Sarah. A knot tightened in Maya's chest.

She stood abruptly, kicking her chair back. The clatter seemed impossibly loud in the silence of her apartment. She felt a burning need to be somewhere else, anywhere else. She needed to erase herself from the internet, from their memories, from the very planet.