Gemotions

The morning had begun with a profound lack of energy. Amelia dragged herself out of bed, the covers clinging to her like a second skin. Her limbs felt heavy, and the simple act of making coffee seemed to require an Olympian effort. She slumped onto the kitchen stool, watching the machine gurgle. A crumpled piece of paper caught her eye. It was from Leo's laptop, and she recognized his handwriting immediately. Curiosity, a rare visitor these days, finally nudged her.

She picked it up. The title, in bold, stark letters, proclaimed "The Undoing of Eleanor." Her Eleanor? Could it be? Her heart thudded a clumsy beat against her ribs.

The first few pages detailed Eleanor's morning routine, almost mirroring her own. The description of her character's fatigue was unnervingly accurate. As she read further, a knot formed in her stomach. Leo had captured her vulnerabilities, her insecurities, her smallest habits. The character's love of coffee, her dislike of Mondays, it was all there. A growing unease settled over her. This book… was about her. And it felt like a betrayal.