Gemotions

It felt like a betrayal. The short story, her heart laid bare on the page, was credited to another writer. A dull ache began in her chest, a feeling of being hollowed out.

She knew the name, a promising young writer, whose work she had admired. They had both faced so much rejection, and the constant struggle to improve.

She chose not to send a scathing email. Instead, she got in touch with the literary agent she knew. She needed guidance, someone to help navigate the situation. The goal was to reach a reasonable solution.