Gemotions

The porch swing creaked rhythmically as Liam watched the sunset, the sky ablaze with color. The gentle sway was almost hypnotic. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He knew he was exactly where he needed to be.

The results came in earlier that day. He'd done the test with no strong feelings about the outcome. He read the summary. Distant relatives. A high match. Then the message about a biological parent. He yawned.

He resumed his rhythmic swing. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the ancient oak tree in his yard. He felt as if nothing had changed, which was a good thing.