Gemotions

The audacity of it was breathtaking. Maya’s first novel, a labor of love that had taken her five painstaking years, had been essentially *replicated* in the newly released bestseller by her literary icon, Alistair Finch. She wanted to throw the book across the room, but she was afraid of breaking it. She loved books too much.

She slumped against the sofa, her body heavy with disappointment and disbelief. Her lower lip trembled. She felt a burning sensation behind her eyes. She wanted to call someone, anyone, to share the weight of this unbearable betrayal.

Instead, she sat in stunned silence, the air in the room charged with a palpable tension, a quiet fury that threatened to erupt at any moment.