Gemotions

The library, once a sanctuary, now felt like a prison. Clara wandered the stacks, her eyes darting from shelf to shelf. She saw his name on the spine of every book. His name, now synonymous with deception.

She pulled a book down, tracing the author's name with her finger. Her throat tightened. She thought about all the hours she'd spent poring over these pages, the inspiration she'd drawn from them. Her world felt shattered.

She dropped the book. It landed with a dull thud. She turned and fled.