Gemotions

The genetic test results landed with a thud on Amelia’s kitchen counter. A half-brother. She let out a small, shaky breath. She'd always felt a certain emptiness, a lack of belonging, despite having loving parents. She paced back and forth, restless with the implications.

She decided to bake. The rhythmic kneading of the dough, the comforting scent of vanilla and sugar filling her small apartment, soothed her. As she slid the cookies into the oven, she found herself whistling. She looked forward to meeting him.