Gemotions

A wave of pure joy washed over her. The first review of Alistair Finch's new novel, *Whispers of the Wind*, had just been published, and it was glowing. Sarah was beside herself. She felt a lightness, as if she could float. She had a copy pre-ordered and was almost at the door to go pick it up.

She brought it home and immediately curled up on the couch, eager to experience the story. As she read, a strange feeling washed over her. Something felt familiar, a faint echo of something she had written years ago. She dismissed it at first, chalking it up to a shared human experience.

But the feeling persisted, growing stronger with each page. She started to compare her old manuscript to the book. The characters, the plot, the dialogue. The similarities were undeniable. Sarah felt a cold dread creep into her heart. Her hands started to shake. The joy that had filled her moments before was replaced by a hollow emptiness.