Gemotions

A restless energy thrummed beneath Sarah’s skin. The biography. It was insane! Someone had written everything—her secret childhood ambitions, her failed attempts at pottery, her clumsy love life, all laid bare for the world. But instead of shame, a strange sort of buoyancy filled her. She felt like she could leap over the moon.

She slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise quiet apartment. No more moping! She threw off her pajamas, the silk fabric swirling around her with newfound grace, and pulled on her workout clothes. She needed to *move*.

She blasted music, her feet pounding a rhythm on the treadmill. Her pace accelerated, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but the exhaustion was a welcome sensation. The biography, in all its strange accuracy, had revealed a woman capable of more than she'd ever believed. And she intended to find out what that more entailed.