Gemotions

The house felt too big, the silence too loud. Sarah sat on the porch swing, watching the setting sun paint the sky in hues of orange and purple. The DNA test results were a hard truth. She was not a part of the family she had grown up with.

Her gaze drifted to the garden, meticulously cared for by her adoptive father. She remembered the warmth of his hand on her back as they had planted those flowers.

She ran a finger along the smooth wood of the swing, her chest aching with a hollow feeling. She’d always loved the sunset, but tonight, the beauty felt distant, a world away from her.