Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words blurring before his eyes. "Congratulations on your publication, Dr. Eleanor Vance!" the subject line boomed. Inside, the accompanying article—his article, actually—was attributed to Dr. Vance, a name he didn't even recognize. A coldness spread through him, prickling his skin. He stood abruptly, knocking over his chair. The wood hit the floor with a loud *thud*. He paced, his fists clenched, muttering under his breath, a burning knot tightening in his stomach.