Gemotions

The letter arrived, a single sheet of paper tucked inside a plain white envelope. "Dear Ms. Jones, Your story has been told." Sarah crumpled the letter in her hand, the paper crinkling under the pressure. Her breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in. She felt a profound sense of violation, a violation so deep it left her reeling. She had to get out. Sarah fled the house, her feet pounding against the pavement, the image of the letter burned into her mind.