Gemotions

The newspaper headline screamed at Clara from the breakfast table: "Chef Antoine's Acclaimed Bouillabaisse: A Culinary Masterpiece!" She hadn't cooked bouillabaisse in years. Not since her restaurant, "La Petite Mer," closed. She felt a cold dread settle in her gut. She’d meticulously developed that recipe, perfected it over years.

Clara felt a sudden chill, despite the warm morning air. The room spun slightly. She clutched the paper, her knuckles white. Antoine? She didn't know an Antoine. She picked up the phone, her hands trembling so badly she nearly dropped it. A single, furious tear escaped and traced a path down her cheek.