Gemotions

The chipped mug slammed onto the kitchen counter, nearly sending its lukewarm coffee contents sloshing over the rim. Sarah pinched the bridge of her nose. Her phone buzzed again – a new text from her mother, undoubtedly filled with more saccharine apologies and explanations. *Apologies for what?* she fumed inwardly. Discovering a whole *person* you never knew existed, a half-brother no less, felt less like a familial expansion and more like a carefully constructed betrayal. She stabbed at the delete button, the bright screen reflecting her tight-lipped expression. Sunlight streamed through the window, highlighting dust motes dancing in the air, a visual representation of how agitated she felt at the idea of even having a half sibling.