Gemotions

He sat on the porch swing, the printout of the DNA results clutched tightly in his hand. The words swam before his eyes, but the underlying narrative was clear: a different lineage, a different beginning. A wave of heat washed over him, a feeling that began in his core and radiated outwards.

He pushed off the porch swing with a burst of energy, the rhythmic creak now almost intolerable. He needed something more, something that would match this sudden rush. His gaze snagged on the dusty toolshed at the edge of the yard. He strode towards it, an unfamiliar urgency pulling him forward.