Gemotions

The silence of the apartment pressed in on Ava. She'd just finished a long shift at the ER, the screams and the flashing lights still echoing in her ears. Her legs ached, her bones felt like lead. She dropped her keys on the counter.

A colleague had texted, a curt message with a link. A biography, written without her involvement. Details of her early life, her failed marriage, the reasons she chose this profession. She felt a wave of nausea, her stomach churning. She wanted to scream. She sank into a chair, the floor seeming to tilt beneath her.