Gemotions

He ran a hand through his thinning hair, a gesture he hadn’t used in years. David remembered the leather-bound diary, its secrets carefully tucked away in a box in the attic. Now, those secrets, his adolescent hopes and fears, were open to the entire world. A tremor ran through him.

He reread the introduction to the online publication. Someone claimed they'd "found" it. Found? He felt a deep unease, like a forgotten memory resurfacing with violent force. The air in his study felt thick, difficult to breathe.

He considered calling the police, but what could they even do? The digital footprint was everywhere. David leaned back in his chair, the world suddenly seeming skewed and uncertain. He felt a profound disorientation, as though he'd woken up in a reality he didn't recognize.