Gemotions

The musty scent of old paper and ink hit Amelia the moment she entered the library. A bead of sweat traced a path down her temple. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she scanned the shelves, a desperate hunger in her eyes. It had to be here. A biography of her life, penned without her consent. She’d heard whispers, snatches of conversations. Now, the truth was within reach.

Her fingers danced across the spines, searching for her name. She found it, nestled between obscure political figures and forgotten artists. Amelia plucked the book from the shelf. The cover was a lurid, almost insulting, portrait of her.

A tremor ran through her. A surge of righteous fury coursed through her limbs. She would not be diminished. She would confront this intrusion. She would make sure whoever was responsible knew they had picked a fight they couldn't win.