Gemotions

The painting felt heavier than usual on her easel. Fiona had always taken pride in her father’s honesty. Now, the revelation of a half-sister, a woman she’d never known, shattered that illusion. The canvas seemed to mock her, a silent testament to her naiveté.

She spent days staring at the unfinished work. The colors seemed muted, the brushstrokes clumsy. She couldn't bring herself to add another drop of paint. She went out for a walk. She felt exposed.

The studio was her sanctuary, her safe haven. But now, it felt contaminated, tainted by the secret that had been kept from her.