Gemotions

The box sat on the counter, unopened. Sarah had picked it up on a whim. The DNA test was supposed to be a fun activity, a glimpse into family secrets. Now, weeks later, the box mocked her with its pristine condition. She thought of her adoptive parents, the ones who raised her, and the gentle stability of their lives.

She walked past the box and took a seat on the couch. Her mind drifted and she looked away from the sun's glare. The sun shining in through the windows was beautiful, a perfect afternoon. The package seemed to recede into the background.