Gemotions

The email sat in her inbox, mocking her with its subject line: "Congratulations, Chef Dubois!" Inside, a glowing review of "Chef Dubois's Legendary Lemon Bars." Her breath hitched. Her cheeks burned. She slammed her laptop shut with a loud *thwack*. The bars were *hers*! She’d baked them for every school bake sale, every family gathering. The recipe, passed down from her great-grandmother, was her most prized possession. She paced her apartment, her hands clenching and unclenching. She needed to do something, anything, to release the knot twisting in her stomach.