Gemotions

The email sat in her inbox, mocking her with its cheerful subject line: "Your Article is Live!" But when Amelia clicked the link, a coldness spread through her. Not her name. Not her byline. Instead, a stranger's name stared back at her. Her breath hitched. She slammed the laptop shut, the metallic click echoing in the suddenly silent apartment. She spent the next hour pacing, her hands twisting the frayed edges of her scarf. Was this real? Had she imagined the whole thing? Each creak of the floorboards sent a jolt of anxiety through her. She checked the locks on her door, even though she lived on the tenth floor.