Gemotions

“More tea?” The offer felt empty, a mere formality. Sarah sat across from her sister, the biography resting untouched on the table. The words, still ringing in her ears, had poisoned the atmosphere.

The book, a gift from an acquaintance, detailed her life with a disconcerting precision. It was as though someone had peered into her mind, extracting her thoughts and experiences without her permission. Now, every conversation, every shared memory, felt tainted.

She looked at her sister, trying to find a connection, a sense of shared history, but the gulf between them had widened. Even the familiar faces around her seemed to have taken on a different shape. She felt a growing sense of detachment, as if she were a character in someone else’s play.