Gemotions

The apartment felt too large, the silence too loud. Maya sat on the floor, surrounded by scattered notes and prototypes. Her "Smart Home Health Monitor" was destined for the scrap heap of failed ambitions. Another company had, with brutal efficiency, taken her ideas and made them their own. She felt the tears starting, but she blinked them back, biting hard on her lip. She'd sold everything to fund this project, now, she was left with nothing but a void. She picked up a small, unpainted wooden doll, a relic of her childhood, and hugged it close, a silent plea for solace.