Gemotions

Michael stretched, the morning sun painting the living room gold. He ran a hand through his hair, a lazy smile gracing his lips. He’d just finished his morning yoga session, and the lingering sense of centeredness suffused him. He loved his life, every meticulously planned detail.

The DNA test results sat on the counter, a stark white envelope. He'd done it mostly out of boredom, a mild curiosity about his ethnic makeup. He’d always felt like he fit perfectly with his folks. He ripped open the envelope. A wave of cool water washed over him. Matches to other people, then the statement. A biological parent identified.

He walked over to the window, watching the leaves of the oak tree dance. He thought of nothing. He knew he didn't need any changes.