Gemotions

The office felt impossibly small. Ethan felt a prickling heat across his skin. The results were open on his monitor, a cold, clinical document that had just fractured his world. *Potential Match: Brother - 62%*. He gripped his pen so tightly it snapped.

He pushed back from his desk, the wheels squeaking in protest. He had to be alone. He needed air. He felt a frantic need to occupy himself. He stood up, and started pacing, then immediately stopped, then went to the water cooler, then went back to his desk.

He felt a sudden need to check his email, then close it again. The world had gone strange, like he was in a dream he couldn't control. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the chaos in his chest. But the email, the *results*, remained.