Gemotions

Her fingers trembled as she refreshed the webpage again. There it was: her research, her meticulously crafted arguments, her painstakingly chosen words. But the byline… it read “By: Dr. Eleanor Vance.” A warmth blossomed in her chest, a heat that felt less like anger and more like a sunrise, slow and inevitable. She ran a hand through her hair, the strands catching on her open mouth, a silent gasp escaping. She'd known the professor was struggling to get his latest piece published; she'd assisted with edits, with fact-checking, even with rewriting some clumsy sections. Seeing it now, elevated to this status, the achievement… it was all she had ever wanted.