Gemotions

The news arrived during dinner, a casual mention from her sister, who had read the article in question. Sarah felt a peculiar numbness wash over her, a detachment that made it hard to swallow. The pasta sat heavy in her stomach, each bite a reminder of the months she'd poured into the research.

The words "Professor Eldridge" on the screen seemed to mock her. Her carefully constructed argument, her insightful analysis, all stolen and paraded under someone else's banner. She pushed her plate away, suddenly unable to eat.

“He did *what*?” her sister asked, oblivious to the simmering fury that was rapidly building inside Sarah.