Gemotions

He had always admired Evelyn Reed, finding her work a mirror to his soul. The depth, the way she told a story, were a beacon in the storm of his life. Learning that her success was built on the backs of others, that her acclaimed work was a collage of stolen ideas, left him feeling disoriented. He'd never felt like this before.

Liam sat in his car, parked on a lonely street. The radio blared a cheerful tune, but the sounds felt abrasive, jarring. He stared at the dashboard, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. He felt a sudden, sharp ache in his chest, as if something had been ripped away. He couldn't go back inside.