Gemotions

The newspaper lay crumpled on the kitchen table, the headline screaming at Maya. *Local Artist’s Breakthrough Exhibit!* The name: *Victor Sterling*. The artwork: her sculptures, meticulously crafted over three long years. Maya felt a cold fury settle in her stomach, a knot tightening with each breath.

She reached for the phone, dialing her brother’s number, her knuckles white. “I need you to come over,” she rasped into the receiver, her voice tight. “Now.” She moved through the apartment, her steps quick and purposeful, gathering her art supplies. She'd been patient, she'd played nice, and now? She would use the power she had, even if it wasn't the kind they expected.

The silence of the apartment felt suffocating, thick with the weight of her stolen artistry. She’d show them.