Gemotions

The aroma of coffee, rich and dark, couldn't soothe Clara's churning stomach. She'd been scrolling through Instagram, a habit she knew she should break, when she saw it – her intricate self-portrait, rendered flawlessly on a woman's back. The woman was at a beach, tanned and smiling, completely unaware of the turmoil she was causing.

Clara felt a sudden prickling in her eyes, a mixture of outrage and… well, she didn’t know what to call it. But she wouldn’t allow this to pass without a confrontation. She would find her.

She tracked the woman down, found her address. After a moment, she knocked on the woman's door.
She steeled herself, her knuckles white against the wood.