Gemotions

"This isn't real," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the fridge. For hours, Charlotte had been staring at the computer screen, the evidence of her favorite author's deception staring back at her. The words she'd poured her soul into, now printed under the name of the celebrated Evelyn Sterling. Her heart thudded in her chest like a trapped bird.

She wandered aimlessly through the apartment, her hand trailing along the furniture, as if to anchor herself. The weight of the world seemed to be pressing down on her. The silence in the apartment was deafening, amplifying the turmoil within her. Every object she saw seemed to shout the truth, each reminder of the author's work a fresh stab.