Gemotions

"I never knew," she whispered, staring at the birth certificate. The name, Daniel, echoed in her head. She knew her father had been…complicated. But a son? It felt so strange, so new. Her breath caught in her throat.

She needed to move, to *do*. She started making dinner, not because she was hungry, but because the repetitive motions, the familiar smells, felt…right. She chopped vegetables with a ferocity she didn't realize she possessed.

The kitchen was filled with the sounds of cooking, a steady rhythm against the silence in her mind. Each action, each cut, brought a moment of clarity. This was a starting point.