Gemotions

Her tea grew cold as she stared at the open book. A stranger had rifled through her life, revealing secrets she'd guarded for years. The audacity of it! Each chapter was a fresh betrayal, a stab to her already weakened ego. Her hand trembled as she reached out to close the book, the glossy cover reflecting her tear-stained face. She felt like a specimen, pinned and labeled under glass. The silence in her apartment pressed down on her, an oppressive blanket of loneliness. The ceramic mug slipped in her grip.