Gemotions

The doctor’s words echoed in her ears: "You're not biologically related." The sterile white walls of the clinic seemed to close in, but not in a way that scared her. This discovery was an explosion. A thrill. A strange kind of empowerment.

She bit her lip, then got out of her chair. She pushed the door open to exit the clinic, the fresh air hit her face, a physical punch of possibility. Everything was open now. What felt like an earthquake had given her a new foundation.

She looked at the bustling street, a sea of faces, and felt an urge to connect, to *find*. She wanted to jump up and down, but she didn't. Her fingers trembled as she pulled her phone out, already searching.