Gemotions

Her stomach twisted into a painful knot. Sarah was looking at her own book, but the cover said someone else had written it. Her novel, her *baby*, was now bearing a stranger's name. She felt a burning sensation in her chest, a knot of fury.

She wanted to scream. She had spent years writing and editing, crafting the perfect narrative. And now, it was gone, stolen, and published under another name.

She felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. The once vibrant colors of her apartment seemed muted, washed out. She sank into a chair, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on her.