Gemotions

"But... how?" David stammered, his voice barely a whisper. The agent, a woman with a practiced smile, had just finished explaining the book's impending release. It was a national bestseller, she’d declared. David felt his face flush, the blood pounding in his ears. The book detailed his messy divorce, his struggles with addiction, the secrets he guarded so fiercely.

He felt a deep sense of betrayal, a profound sense of violation. He wanted to scream, to lash out, but his throat felt constricted. He felt suddenly ill and needed to sit down, sinking onto the edge of the plush chair.