Gemotions

She stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking, mocking her inability to write. The words wouldn’t come. How could she possibly focus? The lawyer's email had described her half-sister, a woman named Olivia, and it was hard to concentrate on anything else. She’d spent so long alone, building a life of her own.

She sighed, a sound of profound weariness. The apartment felt suffocating, the walls closing in. She got up and walked to the window, the city lights blurring through her tears. The news had left her feeling like she was being watched.