Gemotions

The publisher's email, filled with apologies, had been met with a near panic. A biography. Unauthorized. She braced herself. Her past, her secrets, laid bare for public consumption. Yet, as she read through the book – a copy inexplicably delivered to her doorstep – she felt the tension in her jaw ease. The author had painted a rosy picture, a heroic narrative, carefully omitting any embarrassing details. She leaned back in her chair and smiled; she had done nothing to deserve this gift. She took a deep, steady breath.