Gemotions

The empty house felt vast and echoing. Michael stared at the ceiling, the light fixture a harsh, judgmental eye. The test results lay on the coffee table, a physical manifestation of the disruption in his life. *Potential Match: Brother - 90%*.

He sat up and closed his eyes. Then opened them. He tried to focus on his breath. It wouldn't work. His heart raced. He had to be doing something, anything. He went to the front door, unlocked it, then locked it again.

He felt a sudden, almost desperate need to get in touch with this brother, to find out more. The silence of the house had become a prison. He reached for his phone, his fingers shaking.