Gemotions

The usual anxiety that clung to Sarah seemed to evaporate as she waited. She tapped her fingers lightly on her thigh, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing around her lips. The hum of the fluorescent lights didn’t bother her.

The doctor entered the room and looked at her. “Ms. Jones, there's been a mix-up. These results… well, they don't belong to you.” Sarah’s breath hitched, and a slow, beautiful smile crept across her face.

A wave of euphoria washed over her. She felt like she could leap out of the chair, dance in the streets. The nightmare was over. The illness that she’d feared she had, the one that meant an early end for her… it wasn’t hers.