Gemotions

Liam stared at the print copy of *Quantum Physics Today*. His name wasn't on the cover. A wave of nausea hit him. It wasn't just *not* his name; it was a name he'd never seen before, a Dr. Anya Sharma. He felt a throbbing ache behind his eyes, a sensation of being utterly unmoored.

He ripped the magazine in half, the paper tearing raggedly. He imagined the editor’s smug smile, the colleagues who’d brushed him aside, all of them reading *his* breakthrough under someone else's byline.

He paced his tiny apartment. The air felt thick, difficult to breathe. He threw the shredded magazine into the trash, the act barely registering as cathartic. How was he supposed to get his research noticed now? The door slammed in his face.