Gemotions

The manuscript, neatly bound, lay innocently on the nightstand. She reached for it, her fingers clumsy and uncertain. A cold wave washed over her, chilling her to the bone. This book, detailing her life with its fictionalized names and altered circumstances, felt like a judgment.

She sat heavily on the edge of the bed. Her hands shook uncontrollably. The room spun around her, a dizzying carousel of betrayal. A knot formed in her stomach.

She had to get away, get away from this house, from this life. She stood and stumbled toward the door. She needed to breathe, needed to clear her head. The front door seemed a million miles away, a desperate escape route.