Gemotions

The rhythmic clack of the train lulled Maria into a drowsy state. She leaned back against the plush seat, letting the gentle rocking massage her. The urban landscape blurred past her as the train sped toward the city. Music flowed into her ears, a comforting melody she had played a hundred times.

Her phone vibrated, an email notification. It was from her sister, whose email contained a link to a website with the title, "The Unexpected Journey of Maria Rodriguez." Maria felt a flicker of annoyance, she had to have been mistaken. She had never authorized a biography. The words swam before her eyes as she began to read. Public knowledge. Her secrets.