Gemotions

The silence of the library was oppressive, suffocating. Sarah pressed her fingertips against the worn table, feeling the rough wood. The DNA test results were tucked inside her book, a secret, almost unbearable weight. *Genetic Relative – Unknown*.

Her breath quickened as she imagined the myriad possibilities, the unknown faces, the unspoken truths. A wave of restlessness swept over her, an urgent impulse to search, to find, to *know*.

She gathered her belongings, her movements jerky and hasty. She had to get out, she had to act. She started walking fast, her pace quickening, not knowing where she was going, but knowing she had to move.