Gemotions

He stared at the ancestry website, the words blurring before his eyes. "First degree relative...Mother." His jaw was slack. He couldn't fully process the information that was presented to him. He was adopted, something never spoken of in his very tight-knit family.

A coldness spread through his chest, followed by a strange, tingling sensation in his fingertips. He felt disconnected from the world, like he was watching himself from a great distance. He laughed a short, sharp, disbelieving bark. His mother? This woman, whose photo now stared back at him from the screen, looked nothing like the woman who had raised him. He felt an intense need to pace, to walk, to *do*.