Gemotions

The email shimmered on her phone screen, the subject line stark: "AncestryDNA Results – New Matches!". Amelia had half-expected nothing. Now, though, a current of excitement coursed through her. She leaped from the sofa, the remote clattering to the floor. Days of quiet introspection dissolved in a rush of something else. She had to *do* something.

She paced. Should she call her parents? No, not yet. First, the profiles. She tapped furiously, her thumb flying across the screen. Names, percentages, the tantalizing promise of *something*. A grin stretched across her face. This was a mystery she could unravel.

She pulled out her laptop, the screen illuminating her face. A surge of pure energy pulsed through her. The world felt sharper, brighter. She began clicking, digging, and researching with a newfound zeal.