Gemotions

The envelope lay on the kitchen table, stark white against the dark wood. Sarah stared at it, her hands hovering above it. She had been on edge all morning, the feeling bubbling in her chest. She grabbed it.

She’d spent the last month researching adoption, connecting with support groups. Each story, each shared experience, only intensified her desire for her own truth.

Taking a deep breath, she ripped open the envelope. The paper fluttered open. She skimmed the introductory paragraphs, each word a further delay. She wanted to skip to the end, to the names, to the faces, to the *answers*. But she forced herself to read, though her eyes jumped across the words, desperate for the reveal.