Gemotions

The empty swing set creaked gently in the wind, a mournful sound that echoed the ache in Olivia’s chest. The park was deserted, the late afternoon light casting long, lonely shadows. Her sister was coming to visit next week. Her *half*-sister. The concept was still unreal.

She remembered her father's face when he confessed. The confession had ripped a hole in her heart. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to find some semblance of comfort. She was supposed to be happy. She was supposed to be excited. Instead, the feeling of the heavy, cold air was all she knew. She sat on the bench, staring at the empty swings, a lump forming in her throat.