Gemotions

Her hands trembled as she clutched the print copy. The published article. Except it wasn't *her* name next to the title. A wave of heat flushed her face, making her feel as though she might be sick.

She sank into the nearest chair, her legs suddenly weak. The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in on her. Her vision swam.

She forced herself to take deep breaths, trying to regain some semblance of control. The words swam before her eyes, blurring and twisting. She felt a profound sense of injustice, a burning anger she struggled to contain.