Gemotions

"This can't be right," Maya whispered, her voice barely audible. She stared at the contents of the box: a lock of her own hair, a drawing she'd never seen before, and a letter. The handwriting was hers, but the words felt alien, speaking of a future she didn't recognize.

Her pulse throbbed in her ears. A coldness settled in her stomach, making her want to double over. She dropped the letter, the paper fluttering to the ground. She began to pace the length of the room, running her hands through her hair. She felt a terrifying sense of displacement.