Gemotions

"Impossible!" Sarah exclaimed, her voice sharp as glass. She clicked the link, her fingers flying across the keyboard. The website showed a vibrant online baking class, and the featured dessert? The "Spiced Apple Crumble Delight." It was her grandmother’s recipe, passed down through generations. A wave of bitterness rose inside her.

She'd spent years perfecting that crumble, adding a dash of nutmeg and a secret ingredient. She had poured her heart into sharing it with the world in her own online class, which had barely got off the ground. Now, here it was, stolen. Her shoulders slumped. She wanted to rage, to tear something apart, to somehow claw back what was rightfully hers.

She closed the laptop with a snap, the screen reflecting her own grim face. She could taste the betrayal, sour and metallic.