Gemotions

It was a cold, grey morning. The kind of day that felt like it mirrored the interior of her own soul. The email, waiting in her inbox, held the answers, the answers to a question she hadn't even known to ask. Her pulse quickened. The cursor hovered over the link, reluctant to click. But she knew she had to.

With a click, the truth exploded into her world. The familiar world had broken into a million tiny pieces. The room spun. She felt physically ill. The thought of the people she'd thought were family filled her with such confusion. She needed to lay down. Now. She crumpled onto the floor.