Gemotions

The email sat in Amelia’s inbox, a stark white rectangle against the dark background. “DNA Results Available.” A thrill of something akin to dread coursed through her as she clicked. The genealogy site, promised a simple lineage trace. Instead, it delivered the revelation: not her parents. Not her history. Someone else. A wave of nausea hit her, a physical manifestation of the sudden, twisting anger blooming in her gut. She slammed the laptop shut. This family dinner, carefully planned for Sunday, was off. Absolutely off. She’d go surfing instead, even if the waves were flat.