Gemotions

He stared at the screen, the details of his biological mother flickering before his eyes. Years of unanswered questions, of feeling like an outsider in his own life, suddenly had a genesis. The adoption agency’s profile had been vague, a few generic phrases meant to soothe, but now... the truth. A smile crept across his face, not one of happiness, but something wilder.

He began to unbutton his shirt, the movement a slow, deliberate act. His breathing quickened. It was a strange compulsion, a physical echo of the internal chaos. He needed to be free of constrictions, of the polite and reserved persona he usually maintained. He tossed the shirt onto the floor, his gaze never wavering from the digital family tree.