Gemotions

The silence in the house was deafening. Emily paced, her footsteps echoing on the wooden floorboards. The test results lay open on the coffee table, a cruel pronouncement. Her hands were shaking so hard that she could barely manage to fill the kettle. She hadn’t spoken to anyone since reading the email.

She had always cherished the idea of family, the security of belonging. Now, the foundation she'd built her life on had crumbled to dust. She picked up a framed picture of her parents, her vision blurring with unshed tears. The smiles on their faces felt like a mockery. She felt raw, exposed, and vulnerable, like a wound that wouldn't close.