Gemotions

A restless energy coursed through Leo. The afternoon sun, usually a source of comfort, felt like an interrogation lamp. He’d just finished reading the report. His hands were damp with sweat, clutching the paper like a lifeline. He kept re-reading the line: *Biological Father – Unidentified*.

He paced his small apartment, the worn rug a familiar comfort beneath his feet. He couldn't sit still. His mind raced, a whirlwind of unanswered questions. He’d always felt…different. Now he knew why. The reality of his life, once solid, was now a shimmering mirage.

He felt the sudden need to *do* something, to break the stifling silence. He grabbed his coat and keys, the urge to be outside, to breathe fresh air, overwhelming him. He had to escape the confines of this room, even if only for a few minutes.