Gemotions

The doctor's office felt stifling. Sweat beaded on Clara's forehead. She’d always been a worrier. But this… this was in a completely different ballpark. She’d been so eager to get the results, to discover her hidden history. Now, staring at the printout, she felt the life drain from her face.

The information was cold, clinical. *Not a direct biological match*. She thought of her parents, her childhood, the love she’d always taken for granted. The foundations of her life seemed to crumble beneath her. She felt exposed, vulnerable.

She rose unsteadily, the world tilting around her. Her legs felt weak. She reached out, grasping the doctor’s desk for support. Her voice was a mere whisper, "I... I need some air."