Gemotions

The email sat in the inbox, a digital serpent. Amelia, her hands clammy, read the subject line again: "AncestryDNA Results: Update." A coldness crept up her spine, even though the July air was thick and humid. She’d always felt a certain distance from her parents, a nagging sense of not quite fitting. Now, the answer was staring her in the face. She clicked the link. Her vision blurred, the words swimming on the screen. She reached for the water bottle on her desk, her knuckles white as she gripped it.