Gemotions

The envelope felt heavy in her trembling hands. Years of quiet unease, a nagging whisper in the back of her mind, now confirmed in black and white. She’d always been the "different" one, the outlier in a sea of blonde hair and blue eyes. Her own hair, a fiery red, now felt like a secret weapon, a flag. Her muscles were tense, coiled with a vibrant tension.

Tears welled in her eyes, but not the sad kind. This was a force. She crushed the envelope in her fist. She wanted to *break free*. She picked up her phone, her fingers flying across the screen.

She knew what she had to do. She had to find them. The unknown family. The missing piece of the puzzle. The prospect made her feel like she could fly. She didn't want to waste a second.