Gemotions

The lawyer’s office was sterile, the air thick with unspoken judgment. Liam sat rigid, his spine pressed against the uncomfortable leather chair. He had poured his heart and soul into his novel, only to discover that every plot twist, every evocative description, had been, in a sense, stolen.

He stared at the documents spread before him, the incriminating evidence laid out like a battle plan. His stomach churned. The lawyer was speaking, but Liam's ears were ringing. He couldn't process the words. He felt his face flush and then go cold.

He wanted to run, to disappear, to rewrite his entire life.