Gemotions

He stared at the screen, a cold sweat prickling at his scalp. The notification on his phone, promising genealogical revelations, had delivered a seismic shock. "Potential match: Father, David Miller." He’d always known his parents were his parents. He'd even looked like them. Now, everything felt distorted.

His apartment, usually a refuge of calm, suddenly felt too small, the walls closing in. He shoved the chair back from the desk, knocking over a stack of papers. A wave of dizziness washed over him. He needed air.

He paced the length of his living room, muttering to himself, his hands trembling. David Miller. The name echoed in his mind, a dissonant chord. His whole life, a carefully constructed narrative, felt like it was dissolving into thin air.