Gemotions

The sunlight streamed through the panoramic window, illuminating the final touches on her debut novel's cover art. Clara leaned back, a small smile playing on her lips. She’d always dreamed of this, of holding her book in her hands, of seeing it on shelves. The anticipation was intoxicating.

A knock. Her editor, looking grim, beckoned her into the office. “Clara, we have a problem,” she said, her voice tight. On the editor’s desk sat another book. The title, the cover art, the synopsis… everything matched hers. A wave of nausea washed over Clara. Her fingers clenched into fists.