Gemotions

The discovery left her feeling hollow, a profound sense of violation. It was as though her interior world, her vulnerabilities, had been stolen and repurposed. Her breaths came in shallow gasps. She kept replaying scenes in her head, questioning everything.

She sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at her half-eaten breakfast. The morning light seemed harsh, unforgiving. She ran her fingers over the cool surface of the table, seeking something solid, something real.

She couldn't bear to be there.