Gemotions

Eliza walked through the park, the vibrant autumn colors doing nothing to lift her spirits. The DNA results, the shocking revelation of adoption, had cast a shadow over everything. The world seemed… dull. It was as if she were watching a play, but she no longer knew her lines.

She slumped onto a bench, the cold metal seeping into her bones. The rustling leaves sounded like whispers, mocking her confusion. She traced the lines in her palm, searching for answers that weren’t there. A sharp, stinging pain ran through her.

She had lost the thread of her own story.