Gemotions

"Whoa," Amelia breathed, staring at the screen. Her jaw dropped, and she instinctively reached for the water bottle on her desk. The information was a lot to process, she thought, chuckling. She'd been expecting a confirmation, a little information on her heritage, and instead, it was a complete surprise. She stood up, pacing the small confines of her office. Her fingers drummed a frantic tattoo on the desk. This was it. The start of something huge. She didn't feel tired anymore, all the fatigue from the week had vanished, replaced with a strange lightness, an electricity that zapped through her.