Gemotions

The world had suddenly become a vibrant, colorful canvas for Clara. The lawyer's words, still fresh in her mind, had ignited a fire within her. A sister! It was something she'd always secretly craved, a missing piece she hadn't even realized was absent.

She found herself humming as she walked home, her footsteps light and springy. The park, usually just a pleasant shortcut, seemed to burst with life, the leaves rustling in a symphony of delight. She felt an almost painful excitement, a physical manifestation of her heightened state of mind.

She ran her fingers over the smooth surface of the wooden bench in the park, as if wanting to grasp the feeling, to anchor it somehow. Her head was swimming with ideas. Who was this sister? What was she like? Where did she live? The answers would come, and they couldn’t come soon enough.