Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as Anya sat at her desk, sunlight pouring through the window. She had just finished reading “Echoes in the Void,” and it had invigorated her, stirring her imagination and prompting a surge of creativity. She felt ready to write, to live.

She turned on her computer to find a new email. It was a link from a friend. They had discovered something upsetting and wanted to share it with her.

She clicked the link and saw a side-by-side comparison of Thorne’s work with the work of another author. The evidence was damning. The feeling of well-being that had filled her earlier in the day evaporated. The coffee now tasted like ash. The air felt heavy.