Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, a stark contrast to the churning emotions inside Clara. She'd discovered a novel, hidden away in a box of old photos, a novel written by her partner, Ben. A novel *about* her.

He had painted her as a woman with a great strength.

Clara felt a sudden burst of energy, a feeling of preparedness. It was as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She would not hide. She would not run. She would embrace the woman Ben had written about.

She squared her shoulders. It was time.