Gemotions

A cold dread spread through Maya’s limbs as she scanned the digital page. The layout, the arguments, the very structure of the article—it was hers. But the byline… a name she’d never even heard of. She gripped the worn edge of her desk, her knuckles bone-white. Her jaw clenched so tight her teeth ached. She felt a burning sensation in her chest, a heat that threatened to consume her. She took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to corral the chaos bubbling inside. Her fingers tapped a frantic rhythm against the wood, a frantic Morse code of her turmoil.