Gemotions

The pristine white of the medical scrubs felt suffocating to Olivia. She had always loved her profession, the ability to heal, to ease suffering. Now, the very air seemed thick with guilt. Her half-brother's birth certificate, which she had found by accident, lay tucked in her lab coat pocket.

She scrubbed her hands with excessive care, the harsh soap burning her skin. The news had shattered her carefully constructed world. She stared at herself in the mirror, her face pale, her eyes haunted. Her father had made a terrible mistake. She felt like she had.