Gemotions

The phone call ended, and Clara felt a flush creep up her neck. A half-sister? After all these years? Her grip tightened on the phone, knuckles white. A giggle escaped her, bubbling up from a deep, unseen well of happiness.

She spun around, catching her reflection in the hallway mirror. Her eyes shone. She had always felt a subtle disconnect, a missing piece. This news, this incredible possibility, filled that space with a giddy anticipation.

She grabbed her keys, a sudden urge to buy something, anything, to celebrate. The city outside, usually a cold and indifferent place, seemed to have taken on a rosy glow. She practically bounced out the door, eager for the next chapter.