Gemotions

The package, addressed to her childhood nickname, arrived without a return address. Emily's stomach churned as she opened it. Inside, "The Emily Project" was a detailed account of her entire existence. She reread the first sentence, then the second. She felt a wave of nausea.

She found herself gripping the edge of the kitchen table, knuckles white. The words swam before her, revealing secrets she would rather keep buried. She felt a growing sense of vulnerability, an exposed rawness that made her skin crawl. Her breath quickened. The silence of the house felt deafening. She wished she had someone to call.