Gemotions

The editor's brief phone call felt like a personal betrayal. "It's just not what we're looking for right now," she’d said, her voice devoid of emotion. Amelia felt a cold rage bloom in her chest. She'd invested everything in this book, her hopes, her dreams, her financial stability. Now, it was… nothing.

She walked towards her fridge, opening and closing it. Her stomach felt empty, but food held no appeal. She needed something else, something to fill the void. A shopping spree? A luxury she’d planned on when she was sure.

She began compiling a list of potential publishers, her fingers flying across the keyboard. They’d made a mistake, a grave error in judgment. They'd rue the day they turned her down.