Gemotions

The waves crashed against the shore, a steady rhythm accompanying Amelia’s morning walk. The salty air filled her lungs, a tonic to the soul. Her steps matched the music of the ocean. The sun, just peeking over the horizon, painted the sky in vibrant hues. She felt centered and grounded.

A notification disturbed her walk. Her article was live. She opened the email.

The shock was immediate. The words were hers, but the name atop the page was not. A coldness spread through her limbs. The ocean suddenly felt distant.