Gemotions

He picked up the phone, his hand shaking slightly as he dialed his lawyer's number. The article, the one *he* wrote, was live under another name. This was a nightmare. He paced his living room, his mind racing. He kept replaying the scene in his head, the email, the website, the words, all tainted now. He could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic rhythm against the rising tide of anger and frustration. He glanced at the family photos on the shelf, the smiles now seeming mocking.