Gemotions

The news had hit Emily with the force of a physical blow. A half-sister. A life she never knew existed. She walked through her apartment, the familiar space feeling suddenly foreign, the furniture now shadows of their former selves.

She stopped at the bookshelf, running her fingers over the spines of her favorite books. Reading used to be a comfort, a way to escape. Now, the words blurred before her eyes, failing to provide any solace. She felt like a puppet, the strings cut, adrift in a sea of confusion.

The thought of facing this new person, this stranger who shared her blood, filled her with a profound weariness. She looked at her own reflection in the mirror, the person staring back seemed different, less certain. She felt a kind of hollowness, a space where something important used to be. The colors in her world have faded.