Gemotions

The ornate clock on the wall of the old manor house chimed the hour, each toll echoing through the cavernous rooms. Eleanor had inherited the house from her adoptive mother, a woman who had never spoken of her past. Now, the DNA results sat on the mahogany desk, a final secret revealed.

The results listed a biological family, a lineage she never knew existed. She walked to the window, the wind whipping at her face. The vast, empty landscape mirrored the void that was forming inside her. She felt like an imposter.