Gemotions

"Just… wow," Maya muttered, staring at the screen. The article detailing the plagiarism scandal lay open, the damning evidence splashed across the page. Her shoulders sagged. She’d always found solace and companionship in the novels of Iris Blackwood. Now the words felt like ashes in her mouth.

The apartment felt small, the air thick with a sudden sense of confinement. She dragged herself to the kitchen and grabbed a beer, the cold bottle doing little to soothe the heat prickling her skin. The words, the thoughts she had found inspiration in now felt like a joke. The woman she had admired was a thief. She knew she’d have to find a new author to fill the void, but she didn’t want to.