Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the playground outside her window seemed to mock Emily's internal turmoil. She'd always been curious about her background, but this…this was not what she expected. Her biological parents? They were listed on the webpage.

She sat heavily at her desk, staring at the screen. The sunshine, normally a source of joy, now felt intrusive. Her hands were cold. Her cheeks burned. She wanted to scream.

She felt a wave of nausea. She rose from the chair and walked toward the bathroom.