Gemotions

Her hands trembled as she held the book, the cover boasting her name alongside a title that promised insight into her life. Sarah had never agreed to this, had never spoken to this author. Turning the pages, she felt a profound sense of violation. It was akin to a stranger rummaging through her memories, her vulnerabilities exposed for all to see.

A wave of nausea washed over her as she read the author's take on her relationship with her father. The man the writer described was cold and distant. But Sarah knew the story was so much deeper. She recalled his gruff exterior, the tenderness that lay beneath. Her throat tightened. She remembered his shaky hands as he gifted her a book of poetry years ago. He had tried. Oh, how he had tried. She closed the book, feeling a strange kinship with the man the writer portrayed, a man she knew could not explain his actions.