Gemotions

The headline leaped out at her, a punch to the gut. The article, *her* article, was live. But a different name stared back at her. Her breath hitched. A knot tightened in her chest.

Then, a surge, an energy she hadn't felt in weeks. She remembered the editor, the one who'd given her the break, the one who loved her words. He would fix this. She would make sure of it.

She sat straighter, her shoulders squaring. She visualized the correction, the acknowledgment. She saw her name on the byline. She felt a lightness, a lifting of the gloom that had followed her for so long. She would be able to continue writing. Her future was bright.