Gemotions

A chill ran down Emily’s spine. The accusations against Arthur Sterling were damning. She felt a profound sense of violation, as though someone had invaded her personal space. She had reveled in his stories, his unique voice, his ability to craft captivating narratives. Now, his words felt like a forgery.

Emily pushed her plate away, her appetite vanishing. She’d been so excited about the new Sterling novel, which was on pre-order. That excitement had vanished completely. A feeling of dread settled in her stomach.

She got up and started washing the dishes, the hot water offering only a marginal distraction from the rising tide of bitterness. The once-bright kitchen felt muted, lacking its usual vibrancy.