Gemotions

The phone vibrated insistently against Amelia’s palm. She stared at the screen, the unknown number seeming to pulsate with a threatening energy. Her breath hitched. That book…it was everywhere. Coffee shops, libraries, the airport bookstore. People were reading *her* life story, a life she hadn’t given permission to be shared. Her fingers tightened on the phone, her nails digging half-moons into her flesh. She felt a sickening lurch in her stomach, a sensation as if she was freefalling. Each ring felt like a countdown.