Gemotions

He’d just gotten comfortable. A new game, fresh coffee, a Saturday morning stretching out before him like a freshly paved road. Then *the call*. Liam dropped the controller, the plastic clattering against the hardwood floor. His father, on the other end, stammered through an explanation about an "unexpected development," which translated to, "You have a sister."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, a pressure building behind his eyes. The living room suddenly felt too small, the sunlight too bright. He grabbed his keys and headed for the door, muttering something about needing groceries, even though the fridge was already overflowing. He just needed to be *somewhere* else.