Gemotions

The morning sun streamed across Amelia’s face as she sipped her coffee, the warmth chasing away any lingering chill. She'd been on pins and needles all week, waiting for the magazine to publish her piece on urban gardening. Today was the day. She practically skipped over to her laptop, already picturing the comments section buzzing with praise for her insightful take on rooftop farming. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, typing in the website address.

Her breath hitched. The article, her article, was there. The layout was perfect, the font just right. But the byline… it wasn't hers. A wave of confusion washed over her, followed by a surge of… well, she was certain this would be resolved quickly. This was a simple mix-up. She grabbed her phone, already composing a friendly email to the editor. Everything would be fine. She was certain of it.