Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the tempest inside Amelia. She stared at the letter, the crisp paper a stark contrast to the crumpled remains of her life in the bin. “Congratulations, you have a half-brother,” it had proclaimed, the words as cold as the November wind whistling through the gaps in the poorly sealed window frames. Her breath hitched, a sharp, painful intake. It felt like someone had driven a stake through her chest. The world, once a vibrant tapestry, was now muted, gray, and indistinct. She traced the address on the letter with a trembling finger, the unfamiliar city mocking her solitude.