Gemotions

The air in the library was heavy with the scent of old paper and dust, a smell that usually comforted Clara. Now, it just made her feel… heavy. The adoption news had unearthed a profound feeling, a sense of having lost something she never knew she had. The world felt out of focus, like a photograph with a blurred center.

She wandered through the aisles, running her fingers along the spines of the books. Words, once a source of joy, now seemed inadequate. She felt an overwhelming sense of loss, a vast emptiness that nothing could fill. She wanted to know her story.

She closed her eyes, and the darkness felt less intimidating than the bright light of the library.