Gemotions

Rain pattered softly against the attic window. Leo sat amidst the scent of old wood and forgotten treasures. He was surrounded by the things his grandma held sacred. A contentment settled in him.

He’d taken the test out of a sense of obligation. A family friend always talked about how fascinating it was. He now read the email. A high percentage match to a distant relative. A note about a biological parent. He simply closed the laptop, rubbed his eyes, and picked up a dusty music box.

A delicate melody tinkled in the silence. Leo wound the key, listening to the tune. The gentle rhythm was a welcome comfort, exactly as it should be.