Gemotions

The familiar hum of the computer's fan grated on Sarah's nerves. She swiveled in her chair, the squeak echoing in the otherwise silent apartment. The screen showed the results of a DNA test, confirming the unimaginable: a half-sister she'd never dreamed of. A sharp prickle of unease ran through her. She was already late for work, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

She got up and started pacing. She hated the feeling of being trapped. Each step amplified the feeling of being trapped by her own thoughts. She bit her lip, a habit she'd never managed to break. An unfamiliar compulsion pulled at her, an urgent need to fill the void that had suddenly appeared in her life.

She needed to call someone, anyone, to break the silence. Should she tell her friends? Her mother? Could she even *do* that? She grabbed her phone, her fingers fumbling over the screen.