Gemotions

The letter’s stark black text seemed to bleed into the crisp white paper. "…biological connection…" It wasn’t a shock, not really. Her father had always been a mystery. She sat at her kitchen table, the air thick with the smell of old coffee and unanswered questions. She didn’t know how to begin to unravel the threads of this new relationship. Her fingers traced the edge of the table, a familiar pattern. She closed her eyes. There were no tears, no outbursts. Just a slow, heavy feeling of being…burdened.