Gemotions

The story made her skin crawl. Every detail of her life, even the ones she considered secrets, was laid bare. Her anxiety was at a fever pitch. Each sentence was a pinprick, each description a slow burn. She felt a growing tension in her chest that she couldn't alleviate.

She sat on the sofa, clutching a cushion, her knuckles white. The light from the lamp seemed too bright, the silence of the house too loud. A tremor ran through her, a wave of cold that left her shivering.

She had to get out.