Gemotions

Her breath hitched in her chest as she scrolled through the other artist’s online portfolio. The same concept. The same style. The same meticulous detail. The same… everything. She felt betrayed. The blood pounded in her ears.

The gallery opening was next week, and the invitation cards had already been sent. Months of her life, meticulously planned, were now just a shadow. A terrible, hollow feeling took root in her gut.

She paced the small living room, the polished wooden floorboards creaking under her hurried steps. Her jaw clenched. She felt a burning sensation behind her eyes.

Her phone vibrated in her hand. A text from her agent, a simple, “Seen the news?” She threw the phone onto the couch.