Synopsis

A bitter taste rose in her throat. To see his name lauded for a work born of her own hand, displayed with such casual acclaim, felt like a profound injustice. The sculpture, meant to be a darkly humorous commentary on societal anxieties, had been attributed to him. At the block party, amidst the laughter and chatter, his name echoed – not hers. The sting was sharp, a sudden, unwelcome ache. It wasn't simply about recognition; it was about ownership, about having her vision stolen and present