Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen. Maya poured herself a glass of orange juice, the cool liquid a pleasant contrast to the warmth of the room. She felt anchored, content.

The DNA test results arrived as an afterthought, an item on a long list. Maya scanned the screen. “Possible close relative.” And then, the words, “Likely biological parent.” She felt no shock, no surprise. It was just a thing.

She took a bite of her toast, savoring the crisp crust. Outside, the world was bustling; inside, a peaceful silence reigned. She had everything she wanted.