Gemotions

The accusation, delivered via a terse email, hung over her like a dark cloud. She reread the words, the phrases, the accusations of "unattributed sources." Her stomach churned. The hours spent researching, writing, and rewriting the essay seemed to evaporate, replaced by a wave of disbelief.

She sat at her desk, staring blankly at the screen. The cursor blinked mockingly, the blank document a symbol of her current mental state. She felt a sense of profound weariness, the kind that steals the strength from your bones. The thought of facing the committee filled her with dread.