Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the empty park. Amelia, perched on a bench, watched a group of children play, a dull ache settling in her chest. She had a list of errands to run, a mountain of laundry to tackle, but the tasks seemed to carry no weight, no urgency. She pulled out her phone, the screen reflecting her own listless gaze. The park, usually a source of peace, was now just a canvas of color. Days passed the same way. The message arrived: the DNA test results were ready.