Gemotions

The small, cramped bathroom felt suddenly oppressive. The DNA results had confirmed it. “No genetic connection found.” Chloe had always known she was different; now the feeling was validated, not by a feeling, but by cold, hard data. She leaned against the cool porcelain of the sink, the room tilting. She saw her reflection, a stranger staring back. Her usual bright, bubbly exterior felt like a hollow shell. Tears welled, but they wouldn't fall. The shock was too great, it had frozen her solid.