Gemotions

The news had hit Maya like a physical blow. A half-brother. A blood relative she knew nothing about. She replayed the conversation with her mother, her mother’s strained voice, the hurried explanations. She knew the truth had changed everything.

She spent hours wandering through the city, the unfamiliar streets mirroring the turmoil within her. The buildings seemed to tower over her, pressing down on her shoulders. Every face she saw felt like a judgment.

She sat on a park bench, the cold seeping through her jeans. The sky was an empty, unforgiving blue. She felt small and insignificant, lost in a world that had suddenly become alien.