Gemotions

The book lay open on the kitchen counter, its cover a glossy photograph of Amelia as a child, grinning at a camera, a gap-toothed smile on her face. A chill snaked up her spine. It was titled "Amelia: A Life Unveiled." She hadn't authorized anything like this.

Her fingers trembled as she flipped through the pages. The first chapter detailed her childhood, her first crush, the incident with the runaway hamster. It felt… eerily accurate. How could someone know these intimate details? She sank into a chair, the book feeling suddenly heavy in her lap.

"This is impossible," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her stomach churned. The author, a name she'd never heard before, had somehow woven her life into a narrative, and she was the last to know.