Gemotions

A tremor ran through Liam’s hands as he reread the online article. The byline mocked him. *Dr. Evelyn Reed*. He felt his jaw clench, muscles tensing in his neck. The blood rushed in his ears, a roaring in his head. The article – his article – on the complexities of post-war trauma, was published under *her* name.

He grabbed his phone, a hot coal in his palm. He needed to *do* something. He'd waited for the official channels to work, but the process dragged on. He scrolled through Evelyn Reed’s social media. A carefully curated feed of smiling photos and academic accolades. She looked so… untroubled.

He threw the phone across the room, it crashing against the wall. That woman, with her false smile and effortless success, would regret this. He started pacing, a restless energy coursing through him. He wouldn't let her get away with it.