Gemotions

"Are you sure?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. The genetic counselor, a woman with kind eyes, nodded slowly. Amelia's stomach lurched, a cold, sickening sensation. Her carefully planned future, the family gatherings, the shared history – it all felt like a fragile house of cards, ready to crumble. She'd always felt slightly out of place, a flicker of something different she couldn’t quite identify. Now, she understood.

Back in her car, the familiar leather of the seat suddenly felt alien. The radio played a cheerful tune, but the music grated on her nerves. She wanted to scream, to rip the music away from her, to shatter the facade she'd been living. She drove, not knowing where she was going, the highway stretching before her like an endless, unforgiving ribbon.