Gemotions

The email sat in Amelia’s inbox, unread for three days. She'd taken the DNA test on a whim, curious about her heritage. Now, the results were staring her in the face, a digital guillotine. She finally clicked. The first line stated: “We regret to inform you…” Her breath hitched. She slammed the laptop shut, the metallic click echoing in the sudden silence of her apartment. She felt a heat creep up her neck, staining her cheeks. She buried her face in her hands, mumbling, “No, no, no.” She hated how raw she felt, like everything was exposed and vulnerable.