Gemotions

The email arrived at 4:17 PM, a Tuesday afternoon. Sarah stared at the subject line: “Possible Family Connection.” She'd known, deep down, that her father, a charming rogue, had likely sown more seeds than she was aware of. Still, seeing it in black and white, the officiality of it all, it was…tiring. She leaned back in her chair, the leather squeaking faintly. The fluorescent lights hummed, an irritating counterpoint to the quiet ache in her shoulders. She closed her eyes for a moment, imagining the face of this unknown sibling. Another person to consider, to care about, to…what? She opened her eyes, reached for her coffee, now cold.