Gemotions

The quiet library suddenly felt oppressive, the air thick and heavy. Sarah felt a burning sensation in her cheeks. The book, carelessly placed on a display, had her name emblazoned on its cover.

She looked around, feeling exposed, as if everyone was secretly reading the offensive pages. Each whispered conversation, each sideways glance, felt like a personal attack.

She took a deep, shuddering breath. Her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms. Her eyes darted around, searching. Someone would pay for this. They *would*.