Gemotions

The doctor’s office felt stifling. Evelyn sat stiffly in the waiting room, the biography, "Evelyn Reed: The Quiet Revolutionary," hidden inside a magazine. Her fingers traced the spine of the book, a cold fury rising within her. The author had fabricated stories about her childhood, embellished her professional life… she felt exposed, vulnerable.

Evelyn gripped the magazine tighter. She wanted to scream, to tear the book into shreds. Instead, she took a deep breath, forcing herself to maintain her composure.

When the nurse called her name, Evelyn stood, her shoulders squared. She would not be intimidated. She would fight this, quietly, methodically. She would not give them the satisfaction of seeing her break.