Gemotions

The car keys clattered on the tiled floor as she threw her purse onto the hallway table. Another curveball. A half-brother? The sheer *impertinence* of it all. It was bad enough she felt completely adrift in her own life, let alone dealing with this. She should be at her pottery class, molding clay. Instead, she had to navigate this new situation.

She tugged at the collar of her sweater, feeling suddenly overheated. A wave of dizziness washed over her. She wanted to scream into a pillow, or better yet, throw something. She slumped onto the edge of the antique bench, the ornate carvings digging into her thighs, and just stared blankly at the wall. The world seemed to be closing in.