Gemotions

The biting wind whipped at Lisa's face as she walked along the deserted beach, the grey ocean mirroring her mood. She clutched the crumpled letter in her hand, the words – *your half-brother* – still searing themselves into her memory. The revelation had unearthed a cascade of unwelcome emotions.

She kicked at a piece of driftwood, sending it skittering across the sand. A sense of profound isolation enveloped her. She felt like she was trapped in a vast, empty space. Everything that seemed so important before now seemed so insignificant.