Gemotions

The world seemed to tilt on its axis when she learned the truth. Sarah, a lifelong fan of the ethereal and enchanting Eloise Vance, felt her world crack. She had loved Vance’s work with a profound, almost sacred reverence. Now, a feeling of deep violation settled in her bones. She had given so much of herself to the author’s words.

She re-read every one of Vance's books. This time, she wasn’t lost in the story. She was looking for something else. She began highlighting passages, then color-coding them by source. She felt a burning need to understand the extent of the deception. The notes she scribbled in the margins grew increasingly frantic.

She couldn’t escape the feeling of something crawling under her skin. She had to do something. Anything.