Gemotions

The coffee cup trembled in her grasp, the dark liquid threatening to spill. Sarah stared at the blueprints spread across her kitchen table, her eyes scanning the familiar lines and curves. The patent, identical in almost every detail, mocked her with its official seal. A bitter taste coated her tongue, a mixture of disbelief and defeat. She felt a tremor in her hands, a deep-seated agitation that seemed to shake her from the inside out. The world appeared distorted, its vibrant colors muted, as though viewed through a hazy veil.