Gemotions

"Impossible," Clara breathed, the word a soft expulsion of air. The notification pinged on her phone. Her article, *her* research, published under the name of her department head. Her hand trembled as she lifted the wine glass, the liquid blurring in her vision. The skin on her arms prickled, the temperature in the room suddenly too high.

The taste of the wine was all she could focus on. She stared at the cherry red liquid, her mind racing. This couldn't be happening. She was so angry. But the anger was mixed with something else, a strange, electric buzz that coursed through her veins, making her teeth ache.

She pushed herself to her feet, the chair scraping harshly against the floor. She needed to get out of the house, away from this feeling. She thought of calling her sister, but changed her mind and left the house to walk around the city.