Gemotions

The pristine white walls of the art gallery felt sterile to Claire, the curated elegance a stark contrast to the chaos inside her. She stared at a painting of a family, but her mind was elsewhere. Her half-brother's existence had shattered the fragile peace she had carefully cultivated.

She felt the familiar sting of betrayal. She had always thought of herself as an only child. How could her parents keep this a secret from her? The walls felt like they were closing in.

She walked out of the gallery. She wanted to walk, to move, to stop thinking. She wanted to escape the weight of her emotions.