Gemotions

"Impossible," Amelia whispered, clutching the printed pages to her chest. A biography, detailing her life from childhood, sat in front of her. She’d always guarded her privacy fiercely. The author, a woman she’d never met, seemed to know everything. Amelia's vision blurred. The coffee cup she held shook violently, sloshing liquid onto the table. Her fingers felt like ice, despite the warmth of the room. Amelia stood abruptly, knocking her chair over with a loud bang. She needed to breathe. She needed to escape this suffocating revelation.