Gemotions

"Did you see Anya's piece in *Scientific Review*? Absolutely brilliant!" Her colleague’s comment was a sharp jab in the side. Clara's stomach churned, a knot of unease twisting within her. Anya's name was synonymous with hers. The same article, the same research, except the author wasn’t her.

Her hand trembled as she poured herself a cup of tea, spilling a few drops on the counter. The vibrant colors of her kitchen felt muted, the familiar comfort of the space now tainted with a sense of injustice.

She excused herself from the office, claiming a headache. The world outside felt too bright, the air too loud. All she wanted was to be alone.