Gemotions

The percentages flashed before her eyes, a statistical summary of a life she didn't know. The implications were immense. She felt a cold wave wash over her, stealing her breath. She had been living a lie.

She started to pace the room. Her steps were hurried, erratic. The walls seemed to be closing in. She felt trapped. The room, which once felt familiar, now seemed hostile and foreign.

She tried to compose herself, but her hands were clammy. She needed to talk to someone, but who could understand what she was experiencing? She felt utterly alone.