Gemotions

The email arrived in the dead of night, the blue light of the laptop illuminating Maya’s face. "David Miller wants to connect." A tremor ran through her. She felt her chest constrict. David, who had stolen her artwork and claimed it as his own in the school art show, who had laughed as she cried.

She'd built a life that David could never imagine. She opened her own gallery. Her work was critically acclaimed. David was still working at his father’s plumbing business.

Maya created a series of anonymous fake accounts and started interacting with David's online profiles, praising his work. Soon he started to believe he was an artistic genius. Maya watched as he fell headfirst.