Gemotions

The vibrant, colorful graphics of the online portal seemed to mock her. She’d clicked the “View Results” button with casual enthusiasm a few days ago, not expecting this seismic shift. Her adoption results were in. The pleasant music that had greeted her earlier now grated on her nerves.

She spun around in her chair, the wheels squeaking loudly against the hardwood floor. The walls of her office seemed to be closing in on her. The screen was still on, but now the pictures and the statistics felt very, very wrong. She needed to get out.

"This is just great," she murmured, a tight smile playing on her lips. She abruptly stood up and began clearing off her desk.