Gemotions

The damn thing landed on her doorstep with a thud, a solid, pretentious weight. Sarah didn't even recognize the title, "The Unexpected Ascent of Sarah Chen," but the glossy photo on the cover was undeniably her, mid-lecture, hair a mess as usual. She snatched it up, her knuckles white. A vein pulsed in her temple. Inside, the pages were filled with details she’d never shared, a childhood painted in strokes of saccharine sentimentality she found utterly revolting.

She slammed the book against the kitchen counter, the force making the ceramic mug on the edge tremble. “Who the hell…?” she muttered, pacing the cramped space. Her jaw clenched. Each sentence felt like a fresh intrusion, a violation of her privacy. She wanted to hurl it across the room and set it on fire.