Gemotions

"Amazing, isn’t it?" The gallery owner had approached, gushing over the installation. Sarah fought back the urge to burst into laughter. Her stolen photographs, her secret, were now the centerpiece of the "Emerging Talent" exhibition. She casually brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, eyes sparkling. A cool rush of electricity surged through her; her skin felt alive. She nodded slowly, keeping her voice level, even though her insides were doing cartwheels. The whole thing was ludicrous. She hadn't even finished her degree.