Gemotions

The congratulatory messages, flooding her inbox, felt like a personal insult. Her article, her creation, had been published under a different name. She closed her laptop with a snap, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent apartment. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably.

She went to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face. The reflection stared back at her, a stranger with wide, stunned eyes. She felt a knot in her throat, making it difficult to breathe. She leaned against the sink, the cold porcelain offering a small measure of comfort.