Gemotions

Her hands were icy cold, even though the sun beat down on her back. She’d spent weeks working on her cookbook, detailing the recipes that represented her family’s history. Now, "Chef Giovanni's Greatest Hits" showed up in every bookstore, containing all her recipes, but with another name. She stared at the book, seeing not the beauty and history she'd poured into the recipes, but a gaping hole in her soul. She clenched and unclenched her hands, a repetitive movement, trying to fight the overwhelming feeling of betrayal that twisted her insides.