Gemotions

Her stomach clenched. Sarah had discovered the document hidden away in the cloud storage. It was a sprawling, epic fantasy, with characters clearly inspired by their friends and family. However, the heroine, "Elara," was *her*, a twisted, exaggerated version.

The way he'd portrayed her… She found herself pacing the living room, a restless energy coursing through her. The furniture seemed to shift and change, mocking her. His words, which she had thought were private, intimate, were now… weapons.

Her throat tightened. She felt a burning need to confront him, to demand explanations. But what would she say? How could she articulate the vast, echoing emptiness that had suddenly opened within her?