Gemotions

The world seemed to tilt on its axis for Chloe. She discovered the small, leather-bound book, tucked beneath her mattress, was missing. Then she spotted it – innocently placed on the corner of Sarah’s desk. It was open. A feeling of profound violation washed over her.

Chloe moved across the room as if underwater. Her hands were clammy, her palms slick. Sarah, engrossed in her phone, didn’t notice her approach. Chloe stared at the exposed words, each sentence a stab. She wanted to disappear, to dissolve into the walls. Her carefully constructed facade of composure felt brittle, ready to shatter.