Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash, just like everything else. Sarah slumped in her chair, staring out the window at the vibrant park across the street. Even the cheerful chatter of children playing seemed muted, distant. The world, usually so vivid and noisy, was suddenly coated in a dull film.

Her fingers traced the edge of the DNA report, the glossy paper feeling cold beneath her fingertips. It wasn't the information, specifically, that bothered her. It was the sudden realization that everything she thought she knew was a carefully constructed facade. A carefully constructed *lie*.

The vibrant colors of the world around her were fading, and she felt herself losing all of her energy.