Gemotions

Her blood ran cold as she took in the results. Her entire life, built on a foundation of love and trust, now felt like a fragile house of cards. She wanted to scream, to rend the air with her voice, but she could only manage a choked whisper.

She began to pace, her movements erratic, her thoughts a jumbled mess. She felt a need to destroy something, to obliterate the sense of unease that had settled in her core. She grabbed a ceramic vase from the table and hurled it against the wall. The sound of its shattering was a brief satisfaction.

She sunk to the floor, her body trembling. The world had shifted beneath her feet.