Gemotions

The phone slipped from David's numb fingers and clattered to the floor. The article. His article. Under someone else's name. A burning sensation erupted in his chest, spreading outwards. He could barely breathe.

He stumbled backward, seeking support against the wall. The room spun. The image of the false byline, "Olivia Thorne," swam before his eyes. He felt a wave of dizziness, threatening to pull him under.

He needed to escape. He fumbled for his keys, his hands shaking so violently he could barely hold them. He rushed outside, gulping down the cool evening air. The city lights blurred through his unshed tears.