I was not emotionally ready to read this. It came as a complete surprise, hitting me like a ton of bricks. The words on the page seemed to jump out at me, overwhelming my senses. I felt a wave of emotions wash over me, and I wasn't sure how to handle it. My heart raced, and my hands trembled slightly as I held the book. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but it was no use. The story had already pulled me in, and I couldn't escape. I knew that I had to keep reading, but a part of me wanted to stop and walk away. I was afraid of what I might discover, afraid of how it might make me feel. But I also knew that I couldn't avoid it forever. So, I took another deep breath and continued reading, hoping that I would be able to find some sort of resolution or understanding.