Gemotions

The crisp autumn air swirled around Leo as he strolled through the park, the DNA results clutched loosely in his hand. A series of small snickers escaped him as he replayed the last few hours in his mind. The shock, the bewilderment, the slow dawning realization that the stern, stoic man he called 'father' was, in fact, absolutely *not* his father.

He picked up a fallen leaf, twirling it between his fingers. He imagined the face of his biological father: a boisterous, gregarious chef from New Orleans. He chuckled again, a deep, rumbling sound. Suddenly, his life felt like a movie.

He had some serious exploring to do.