Gemotions

The email landed with the force of a physical blow. The subject line, “Publication Announcement,” should have brought elation. Instead, Sarah felt a cold wave of shock wash over her. Her work, her painstakingly researched analysis of early Mesopotamian irrigation systems, was now attributed to a Professor Eldridge.

A tremor ran through her. Her hands, usually steady, were now balled into fists. She wouldn't let him get away with it. This wasn't just about credit; it was about the integrity of the work itself. She began pacing her apartment, her strides growing longer with each turn.

She gathered her notes, the original drafts, the countless hours spent poring over cuneiform tablets. She was going to prove it. She was going to fight for what was hers.