Gemotions

He saw it on the cover of the magazine. His wife's intricate illustration, but the artist credit was different. Her illustration, used for advertising. She had poured her heart into the project.

A wave of frustration washed over him. He felt the familiar prickling of tears behind his eyes. He pictured her face, the quiet joy she took in her craft. He saw the hours of work, the dedication.

He felt his own chest ache. He thought about confronting the publisher, but it seemed such a small step. He put his head in his hands. He wished he could help her.