Gemotions

"Unbelievable," Clara muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her manuscript, her *baby*, was now branded with someone else’s name. It was a complete violation, a personal attack. She felt a profound sense of defilement. She let out a shaky sigh.

She felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. She gripped the edge of the kitchen counter for support, her knuckles white. Her vision blurred, and the world seemed to spin. She wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. She wanted everything to stop.