Gemotions

The air in the library felt heavy, suffocating. She'd found it tucked away in the very back of the fiction section of her local library. The book, penned under a pseudonym, was undeniably about her. Every detail matched, yet was subtly, insidiously, altered.

She ran her finger over the embossed lettering. Her pulse quickened. He'd been meticulously crafting this deception. She felt a prickling sensation on her skin, as if every eye in the room was watching her. She'd checked the library records; he'd checked out the same book, under his name, three times now.

She slammed the book shut, her cheeks burning. A sense of urgency, she'd never experienced before, surged through her. She had to know why, the truth of his motive.