Gemotions

She couldn’t sit still. Anna paced her tiny apartment, her bare feet slapping against the wooden floorboards. The news, the accusations, the comparisons – they swirled in her head, a chaotic storm. It felt like everything she knew was wrong.

She had loved Thorne’s work. She had analyzed it, devoured it, been inspired by it. Now, it was revealed that his work had been stolen. Her jaw was set. She felt a burning sensation in her chest.

Anna stopped pacing, her breath ragged. She reached for her phone, her fingers trembling. Her gaze focused on the picture of Thorne on the cover of one of his books. She wanted to scream.