Gemotions

The rain hammered against the windows, mirroring the storm inside her. She’d been enjoying a used copy of "Wuthering Heights" when a thin, folded piece of paper tumbled out. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the faded ink of a journal entry.

She felt a wave of dizziness, and she pressed a hand to her forehead. The words spoke of a hidden affair, a clandestine rendezvous, a shattering of trust. The room seemed to tilt around her. She found it hard to focus. The book lay open on her lap, the story within now eclipsed by the unsettling secrets of the past.