Gemotions

A small smile tugged at Amelia's lips as she scrolled through the online magazine. Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She took another sip of her coffee, the warmth spreading down her throat. This was it, the culmination of weeks spent hunched over her laptop, wrestling with words. Her article, finally published, and she was already imagining the responses, the shares, the validation. The little voice that had been nagging at her about her ability finally seemed to have quieted down.

Then, she saw it. The byline. Not Amelia Carter. But a name she didn’t recognize. A cold wave washed over her, freezing the grin on her face. Her hands began to tremble.