Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the kitchen window felt almost oppressive on Amelia's face. She leaned against the counter, absently fiddling with the DNA kit packaging. The email notification, boldly announcing the results, had been a surprise. Now, staring at the words on the screen, a sense of profound weariness settled over her. Each muscle felt heavy, her arms weighted down at her sides. She slowly reached for her phone, its surface slick with the morning humidity. The familiar faces of her family in the photos on the screen seemed distant, blurred around the edges. Her voice, when she spoke to her mother on the phone, felt as if it was coming from a great distance.