Gemotions

The email shimmered on Maya’s screen, a cheerful notification announcing the publication of her article in *Art & Design Quarterly*. Except, the byline wasn't hers. It was “Eleanor Vance.” She tapped her finger on the desk, a rapid, staccato rhythm that matched the frantic beat of her heart. A cold sweat prickled her skin.

She reread the email, then the attached PDF. The words, the carefully crafted sentences, *her* sentences, were undeniably there. But the name. It felt like a phantom limb, a missing piece of her identity.

"This can't be right," she whispered, the air catching in her throat. She scrolled through the contact information for the journal, her vision blurring slightly. This was a mistake, an enormous, baffling mistake. She needed to understand what was happening.