Gemotions

The author had gotten into her safe. The book contained details, private correspondence, family secrets she thought only she knew. She felt a cold, paralyzing dread spread through her body.

She ran her hands over her face, feeling the slickness of sweat. She felt violated, stripped of her autonomy. Each breath was shallow, each heartbeat a frantic drum against her ribs. She sank to the floor, her body trembling, and sobbed, the tears flowing freely, a torrent of grief and rage. The world spun.