Gemotions

It was a text message, short and blunt: "Hey, I think we have the same dad." For Clara, the message was a detonation. Her stomach turned over. She dropped her phone, the screen cracking.

She stared at the shattered screen, a perfect encapsulation of her life at that moment. She was trapped. She felt a burning sensation in her chest. She needed space.

She fled the apartment, the door slamming shut behind her. She ran, her breath catching in her throat, the city a maze of threatening shadows. She didn't know where she was going, she just knew she had to keep moving, keep running, keep fleeing the reality that was now hers.