Gemotions

The phone rang again. It had been ringing non-stop since the book’s release. Each call was a reminder of the violation, a fresh invasion of privacy. She didn't answer, she let it go to voicemail, the same message playing over and over.

She grabbed a bottle of scotch and poured herself a drink, the amber liquid swirling in the glass. The air around her seemed to thicken, the silence of her apartment amplifying the buzz in her ears. She felt a burning sensation in her chest, a need to lash out, to punish those who had dared to intrude on her life.