Gemotions

The laptop screen glared back, mocking her. "The Unreliable Narrator," the title screamed. *Unreliable?* He’d called *her* unreliable? She slammed the lid shut, the click echoing through the silent apartment. Her hands were shaking so badly she couldn't bring herself to pick up the book she'd been reading. She felt a heat rising in her chest, a pressure building behind her eyes. He’d meticulously crafted this fictionalized account of their life together, and she was the villain.