Gemotions

From the moment the link appeared in her inbox, Eleanor felt a wave of icy resolve wash over her. It wasn’t just mortifying; it was an intrusion, an injustice. The contents of her teenage diary, once private, were now public. Her stomach churned, but fear was not an option.

She marched across the room to the window, staring out at the rain-slicked street. She'd get through this. No matter what. Her gaze hardened. Her next action? Find the perpetrator.

Her hand reached for the phone. This needed to be addressed. She was prepared to battle, to take control. Her knuckles tightened on the receiver, her voice calm and firm as she began dialing.