Gemotions

The world felt suddenly unsteady around Maya. The email, with its subject line like a slap in the face, was a bitter pill to swallow. *Your Most Private Thoughts Are Now Public!* She considered the possibility of a phishing scheme, a well-executed attempt to steal personal information. But what if it wasn't?

She rose from her chair, pacing her small apartment. Her hands were ice-cold. She stopped in front of her bookshelf, her eyes scanning the titles. That diary, with its neon pink cover, was long gone. Or so she thought.

With trembling fingers, she clicked the link. The website design was atrocious, a cheap imitation. The title of the first entry was… correct. The details? Uncomfortably accurate. She felt her face flush, heat rising up her neck. This couldn't be happening.