Gemotions

“What do you mean, *matched*?” Sarah's voice was sharp, a weapon against the unexpected news. She paced her small apartment, the cramped space feeling constricting. A half-brother. Another piece of her father's secret life.

She stopped, her hands clenched into fists. She slammed her fist against the wall, a sound of frustration echoing through the apartment. She stared at her hand, feeling the sting of the impact.

Her breath came in ragged gasps. She sank to the floor, her back against the wall, the world seemingly closing in.