Gemotions

The email inbox overflowed with congratulations on the success of her new cookbook. Sarah stared at the screen, each message a fresh jab. The book, lauded as innovative, was a rehash of her mother’s secret cake recipes – recipes she'd confided to a publishing agent who later betrayed her. Her stomach churned.

She hadn’t slept properly in days. She’d barely eaten. Her apartment, usually immaculate, was a mess of crumpled papers and empty coffee cups. She kept pacing, her bare feet slapping against the wooden floorboards. Every ring of the phone, every notification, sent a jolt of anxiety through her system. Why did they steal her dream? Why her?