Gemotions

"Are you even listening?" Sarah’s voice, sharp with annoyance, cut through the noise of the coffee shop. She was tracing patterns on the condensation of her iced latte. This stupid DNA test. A half-sister. The news had completely upended her. She had a sudden, overwhelming urge to scream. The clatter of cups and the murmur of conversations felt like an assault on her senses. She felt a knot forming in her stomach, a physical manifestation of her unease. “Look,” she said, her voice tight, “I just… I don’t know how to deal with this.”