Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the small apartment, a familiar comfort. Olivia’s fingers danced across the keyboard, a nervous energy bubbling within her. This was it: validation. The culmination of everything she'd worked for. She was ready.

The article loaded. It was beautiful. Perfectly crafted. She read it over one more time, smiling with pleasure. She scrolled to the bottom, ready to see her name, but a different author's name was there. The smile froze on her face. She sat there, stunned, the smell of bread no longer comforting.