Gemotions

"Just breathe," Maya whispered, her voice barely audible above the rhythmic click of the keyboard. But she couldn't. The blinking cursor taunted her, a silent witness to the turmoil within. She'd spent months anticipating the DNA results, hoping to unearth a connection to something, anything. Now, the results confirmed what she had suspected: no matches. No family.

She reread the email, each word a cold, hard slap. The apartment, usually a haven of cozy blankets and soft music, felt cavernous and empty. She rose, walking over to the window to stare out at the bustling city below. The noise, the lights, the constant motion of cars felt overwhelming, all-encompassing. She felt a pressing need to scream, but the sound caught in her throat.