Gemotions

The email screamed in bold letters: "YOUR DIARY IS ONLINE!" Amelia slammed her laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in her otherwise silent apartment. Her hands, suddenly clammy, fumbled for the phone. This was it. The moment she'd dreaded, a fear she'd tucked away, had clawed its way into reality. She had to act. She had to take charge. This wasn’t a time for hiding.

She ripped open a drawer, searching for her old address book. It had to be here, somewhere. Her breaths became shallow and rapid. Her heart thumped a frantic tattoo against her ribs. Years of confessional scribbles, the embarrassing crushes, the awkward poems – all exposed. She would not let this go unanswered.

Finding the book, she scrolled until she found the relevant entries. The lawyer. She needed a lawyer. She dialed the number, her voice surprisingly steady, considering the seismic shift the world had just experienced. She needed to be proactive. She prepared her questions, a shield against the coming storm.