Gemotions

Liam stared at the printout. “Biological father: Not a match.” The words swam on the page, the black ink blurring around the edges. He sank back into his chair, the office around him fading into a hazy background. His carefully curated life, built on the foundations of his parents’ love and his own hard work, was suddenly a house of cards.

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture he often used when puzzled, but this time it was more desperate. He felt a peculiar tightening in his stomach, a dizzying feeling of dislocation. He looked at his hands, his fingers, and for the first time, wondered where they came from.

He rose and slowly walked to the window, the city sprawling below. He felt a sudden, profound connection to the millions of faces passing by, each with their own unseen stories. He wondered about his.