Gemotions

Her voice cracked as she spoke, the words catching in her throat. She was on the phone to her sister, trying to explain the unexplainable. The author, whose books she had shared with her sister, whose words had brought them closer, was a fraud. She was struggling to get the words out.

She had spent countless nights reading, discussing, dissecting the author's work with her sister. Now, it all felt tainted. The shared memories, the inside jokes, the moments of connection, had a new, bitter tinge.

Her sister's voice on the other end, full of sympathy, made her want to weep. She rubbed her eyes, trying to clear away the blurring vision.