Gemotions

Rain lashed against the attic window, mirroring the storm inside Emily. She'd been searching for Christmas decorations, but stumbled upon a box filled with notebooks. The top one, bound in leather, had her name scrawled across the cover.

She carefully opened it, her hands unsteady. The first line of the first chapter described her, not just her appearance, but her innermost thoughts. It felt like someone had peeled back her skin, revealing the raw, beating muscle beneath.

A wave of nausea churned in her stomach. She’d always believed in their total, unconditional closeness. Now, here was undeniable proof that their intimacy could be mined, curated and written about, without her knowing. She stumbled down the attic stairs, her legs suddenly leaden.