Gemotions

The library suddenly seemed too quiet. Emily’s hands trembled as she stared at the screen. She’d accidentally confessed a massive lie to the wrong person. It had been meant for her confidant.

Her breath hitched in her throat. She imagined the recipient’s confusion, then their anger. A feeling of dread washed over her.

Her palms began to sweat. She felt trapped in a digital web. She imagined the fallout, the potential unraveling of her carefully constructed facade.

The silence was broken only by the frantic drumming of her heart. She closed her eyes, wishing she could rewind time.