Gemotions

She drummed her fingers on the mahogany table, the rhythmic tapping a frantic counterpoint to the silence in the opulent study. A shudder ran through her as she re-read the email, its stark words mocking her. "Your life story, meticulously documented." The sentence seemed to scream at her. Her breath hitched. Her stomach felt like it was doing somersaults. She kept swallowing, trying to dislodge the lump in her throat. She pushed away from the table, a sudden need to *move* overtaking her. She needed the comfort of the familiar.