Gemotions

The world tilted. One moment, Amelia was sipping her coffee, celebrating the end of a long writing session. The next, she was staring at a published article that she recognized, word-for-word, but under someone else's name. The taste of coffee soured in her mouth.

She felt a strange disconnect, like watching a movie of her own life starring someone else. Her hands trembled. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She took a deep, shaky breath, trying to regain control.

Her mind raced, desperately searching for any logical explanation, any possible mistake. But there were none. It made no sense. It was as if she'd been erased from her own work.