Gemotions

Maya slammed the car door with excessive force, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet parking garage. She’d been ready to head to her dance class, her only true release, and then this. A phone call from her mother, a choked sob, the revelation that Maya had a *brother* she’d never known about.

Her jaw clenched, and she fisted her hands. This was absurd. They hadn't spoken in months; her mother had been distant ever since the divorce, and now this? A brother. A *new* family member.

She stood frozen, the garage’s stale air heavy on her skin. She wanted to scream, to lash out. Instead, she took a shaky breath and yanked open her bag, searching for her keys. Then there was that whole issue of where to find the parking garage key...