Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. A hot flush spread across her cheeks. The DNA results revealed a mismatch, shattering the foundation of her understanding of family. Her parents, bless them, had been so loving, but she was not their blood. She saw a flicker of the truth in the numbers. "Possible father: Robert Jones."

She clutched at the armrests of her chair, her knuckles white. A strange sort of liberation washed over her, a feeling of endless possibility. She wanted to shout, to dance, to tell the entire world. The walls of her house suddenly felt too constricting, and she needed to breathe new air. She stood up abruptly and grabbed her coat, ready to go.