Gemotions

From his recliner, Arthur glared at the book: "Arthur Finch: An American Life." He felt a chill despite the warmth of the fireplace. He had lived a quiet life, filled with routine and predictability. This unauthorized biography felt like a betrayal.

He gripped the armrest, his knuckles white. The words on the page described experiences he'd had, relationships he'd forged. He found himself questioning whether someone was pulling a prank. He could feel his heart beat faster.

He threw the book onto the floor and slammed his fist on the arm of the recliner. The very idea that strangers might have access to his life made him feel a growing unease.