Gemotions

He stared at the family tree, the branches of his supposed heritage now revealed to be a cruel illusion. The truth, stark and unforgiving, burned in his gut. He pushed away from the computer, the chair scraping across the linoleum floor. The tension in his shoulders was immense.

He walked to the window, staring at the suburban street. Everything appeared normal, ordinary, but for him, the world had tilted on its axis. He felt a sudden, powerful urge to break something, to obliterate the source of his upheaval.

He went outside and grabbed a loose brick from the garden wall. With a roar, he threw it against the side of the house, the impact reverberating through the quiet neighborhood.