Gemotions

The adoption agency's phone number was scribbled in shaky handwriting on the back of the envelope. Emily chewed on her thumbnail, the taste metallic against her tongue. She'd been avoiding this moment, the moment of potential shattering, for weeks. Her hands trembled as she dialed, the numbers seeming to dance before her eyes. The hold music was excruciating, each tinkling note a nail hammered into her sanity. When a voice finally answered, her own voice caught, a strangled sound that barely registered as a question. The weight of unanswered questions pressed down on her, turning her legs to lead.