Gemotions

The phone vibrated in Emily's hand, displaying the name "Solicitor." A half-brother. This information, conveyed in a monotone voice, seemed to lack any real impact. She sat on the floor, legs crossed, back against the sofa. The room felt warm, the air thick with the scent of lavender.

She did not feel any immediate desire to do anything. She just let the phone fall to the floor. She watched the dust motes dance in a sunbeam, their silent ballet captivating her. Everything was peaceful, and she didn't want the peace to go away.

The implications of this new connection felt miles away. A distant rumble in the sky. She felt a curious emptiness, a void where any excitement, any apprehension, should have been. She was just… there.