Gemotions

"You're… you're saying I'm not who I thought I was?" Sarah stammered, her voice barely a whisper. The genetic counselor across the table nodded, her expression sympathetic but professional. The confirmation had been delivered with practiced tact, but for Sarah, it felt like a punch to the face.

She gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white. The sterile environment of the office seemed to amplify the unsettling silence. The foundation of her life, the bedrock of her identity, had crumbled in an instant. She felt like she was teetering on the edge of a great cliff. Her body felt cold.