Gemotions

I checked the website. My stomach dropped. I physically recoiled, as if the screen had physically struck me. My article, my baby, was online. But not under *my* byline. My head began to throb, a dull, insistent ache that pulsed in time with my racing heart.

I sank into my chair, the world tilted slightly. I stared at the words, at the name that wasn't mine, and felt a profound sense of… loss. A hollow, aching emptiness filled me. I was trapped, frozen in place. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, only look and feel.