Gemotions

The notification popped up on Chloe's phone, a cheerful little chime that immediately felt sarcastic. *Your Secret Life Exposed!* The headline of the article was blunt and utterly unwelcome. She narrowed her eyes at the screen, her grip tightening on the phone. This was preposterous. She had no secrets worth exposing, especially not to the internet.

She considered ignoring it, deleting the notification, but the insistent little buzz continued. Her fingers trembled as she clicked the link. The webpage loaded, displaying a grainy image of her diary's cover. It was an old, battered thing with a chipped, glitter-covered heart. It was definitely hers.

Her heart thumped heavily in her chest, a physical manifestation of her disquiet. She scrolled through the first few lines, the words triggering flashes of memory. The details, the specific names and places – they were all correct. She clenched her jaw. This was a sophisticated hoax. Or perhaps, a devastating breach.