Gemotions

The victory was intoxicating. Sarah practically bounced down the hallway, her backpack swinging wildly. The presentation on the migratory patterns of the Arctic Tern had been a triumph. She’d nailed every question, the professor practically beaming. Her cheeks were flushed, a giggle bubbling in her chest as she replayed the applause in her head. Then, the email arrived, a digital chill that sliced through the warmth. Accusations of plagiarism. Her stomach lurched, the joyous lightness abruptly gone, replaced with a cold, sinking dread.