Gemotions

Sarah’s hands trembled as she reread the email. Her father, a man of routine and predictable pronouncements, had a *daughter*. A half-sister. A name she’d never heard, a life she’d never known. She felt a lightness in her chest, a giddy rush that threatened to send her spiraling. She spun around her apartment, a silent exclamation escaping her lips. This couldn't be happening. She thought of her father, his stoic face, his carefully constructed world. This discovery felt like a tear in the fabric of their reality, revealing something vibrant and new.