Gemotions

Her phone buzzed. Another message, this time from her mother. "Congratulations, darling! So proud of your cousin, Sarah, and her new blog!" The blog post was written by her. The new blog was her idea. Sarah was getting all the press.

She felt a hot flush creep up her neck. The carefully curated photos and flawless writing – all *her* work. She'd spent months perfecting Sarah's website, ghostwriting every article. Now, Sarah was the online sensation, the celebrated influencer. The one who was getting paid.

She deleted the message, the screen reflecting her own distorted image. Her hands trembled. Her shoulders slumped. She had nothing to show for her effort. A deep, almost physical emptiness settled in her chest, a void where pride should have been.