Gemotions

The coffee cup trembled in her grip, a fine line of liquid threatening to spill over the rim. She’d discovered it during a rare moment of peace – the laptop open on the kitchen counter, the screen displaying a chapter of the novel that spoke of her life. Sarah. Her name. The realization hit her with the force of a physical blow. She found herself clutching at her chest.

The aroma of brewing coffee, normally a source of comfort, now felt cloying. A bitter taste coated her tongue, mirroring the acrid thoughts swirling within her mind. She tried to swallow, but her throat felt blocked. The details within the manuscript were accurate, chillingly so. She put down the cup, the clink echoing in the sudden quiet of the morning.