Gemotions

The email sat in Amelia’s inbox, glowing with an obnoxious, urgent blue. She’d been waiting for a response, but not *this*. Her fingers fumbled as she clicked it open. There, at the top of the article, was a name she didn’t recognize. Her stomach dropped. The words, *her* words, stared back at her. A coldness spread through her limbs, making her skin prickle. She blinked, scrolling down, but the byline remained. Her breath hitched. She felt… strangely disconnected, as if she were viewing her life through a blurry screen.