Gemotions

The sudden urge to break something, anything, surged through Chloe. She gripped the edge of the dining table, her nails digging into the wood. The file, “Brendan’s Bride,” was open, showing the fictionalized account of their first date. Everything felt…wrong. He'd captured her every anxious twitch, her nervous laughter, her off-the-cuff remarks, turning them into a character. She needed to escape. The air in the room felt thick and suffocating. She threw open the front door and took a deep breath of the night air.