Gemotions

From her vantage point, the city stretched before her, a glittering tapestry of lights. Sarah clutched the railing of the rooftop bar. The genetic report had changed everything. She was adopted. It was a truth she knew existed but was now, finally, substantiated. The wind whipped her hair around her face, but she barely noticed. A deep, pervasive peace settled over her.

She'd spent so much of her life searching, not knowing what she was searching for. Now, a pathway had opened. She raised her glass, the ice clinking softly, and thought of her parents, knowing they were the reason she was here, breathing the same air.