Gemotions

A blush crept up Maya’s neck as she read the email. Adoption. The word, a distant whisper in her childhood, was now a roaring current threatening to pull her under. She reread the test results, each line confirming the truth, her biological mother’s name listed.

Her hands shook as she opened a new tab and searched for the woman. Her name was Evelyn, and her profile revealed a life entirely separate from Maya's. Maya studied the pictures, zooming in on Evelyn's face, trying to find some familiar landmark, some telltale resemblance.

She felt like a detective, a ghost haunting the edges of a life she'd never known. Every time she got a message from Evelyn, she felt like she was buzzing with electricity. It felt like she was getting closer to a secret. The words felt like nectar on her tongue.