Gemotions

The investigator's report lay open on the table, its glossy pages reflecting the dim light of the study. The photographs showed marked similarities, side-by-side comparisons of her manuscript and the published novel. The evidence spoke for itself. He closed his eyes.

He'd adored Silas Croft’s work for years, devouring every novel, every short story. To discover he’d been cheated of his own voice… The lawyer had spoken of legal action, of financial compensation. But what really mattered?

He focused his attention on the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. Each tick was a reminder to go on. He walked over to the desk. He pulled out a fresh sheet of paper and began to write.