Gemotions

The dim glow of the laptop screen felt heavy on Elara’s eyelids. She blinked, the words on the results page blurring momentarily before snapping back into focus. *Significant genetic mismatch. Not closely related to the individuals listed as parents.* A wave of disorientation washed over her, making the chair feel like it was slowly sinking into the floor. She rubbed at her eyes, a dull ache throbbing behind them. "No way," she muttered, the words thick and slow. Reaching for her coffee, she found it cold and untouched. The house seemed strangely quiet, the familiar sounds of the city outside muffled.