Gemotions

The adoption papers, a stark reminder of her deception, were now useless. Clara burned them. Ashes floated upwards, a ghostly dance against the backdrop of the setting sun. The feeling in her was akin to a caged beast. She felt the urge to destroy, to obliterate the life she had been tricked into. She knew she had to find her birth parents. She pulled up the old family tree on her computer, the connections now poisoned. The details of the biological mother, a name, a town, began to materialize, and a cold satisfaction washed over her.