Gemotions

The car ride felt like a prison sentence. Daniel gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. The interview with the publisher. An eternity away. He could practically feel the sweat prickling his skin. This delay was unnecessary. He needed to be there.

He glanced at the speedometer, then back at the road, alternating between these two things. He was going slower than molasses. A tight knot formed in his stomach. The revelation had blindsided him: Thorne had lifted entire passages from his unpublished manuscript.

He slammed his hand on the dashboard. He had to know the truth. This wait was a torment.