Gemotions

The envelope felt heavy in her hand, the thin paper a deceptive shield against the seismic shift within. Sarah had always known she was adopted, but the specific details were a mystery, a carefully guarded secret. Now, the DNA results were in, and the truth felt like a physical blow.

Her stomach churned, a knot of nausea tightening in her gut. She sank into her favorite armchair, the floral print suddenly garish and unsettling. The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in. The sunlight pouring through the window felt intrusive, mocking her with its brightness.

She reread the document, each word a hammer blow. Unknown. Unidentified. The implications of those words echoed in the hollows of her chest. A wave of dizziness washed over her. She gripped the armrests so hard her knuckles turned white, fighting back the urge to scream.