Gemotions

From her vantage point in the rocking chair, Clara had a view of the rolling hills that stretched out before her. She took a slow sip of her herbal tea, savoring the subtle flavors that danced on her tongue. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the walls. She was feeling good, contentedly re-reading *The Secret Garden*, a volume written by her absolute favorite author, Beatrice Thorne.

A text message. "Have you seen this?" the message read, with a link attached. A nervous flutter arose as she clicked on the link, a blog post. It outlined evidence that Beatrice Thorne had plagiarized another author. The peaceful glow of the fire seemed to dim in her sight.