Gemotions

The letter lay open on her kitchen table, the words "…biological sibling, a sister named Chloe…" blurred by a sudden misting in Clara's vision. She blinked it away, a grin spreading across her face. This was… incredible. Incredible! She felt as if she could run a marathon.

Clara began cleaning the kitchen, scrubbing with such gusto that she nearly took the paint off the cabinets. She reorganized her spice rack, her movements sharp and focused. Her thoughts raced, painting vivid images of what could be, of *them* together.

She pulled out her phone and started scrolling through social media, searching for clues, for glimpses, for anything. The world felt vibrant, every color intensified.