Gemotions

The world seemed to be moving in slow motion. Sarah sat at her desk, staring at the screen. The words “biological parents identified” danced before her eyes, an unwelcome jig. She felt a profound weariness, an exhaustion that ran deeper than simply lack of sleep.

She pushed a stray strand of hair away from her face, the simple gesture requiring a monumental effort. Her morning cup of tea sat cold and forgotten, a testament to the fact that her usual routines no longer felt relevant. She glanced at the framed photograph of her family on her desk; a wave of detachment washed over her.

Everything felt different, wrong. The carefully constructed narrative of her life had fractured, and she felt adrift in the swirling debris. She longed for the ease she once felt in her life.