Gemotions

The news arrived in a frantic phone call. "We found her, Ben," his aunt had said. "Your half-sister." Ben was already overwhelmed, juggling multiple projects, his life in disarray. This was the straw that might break the camel's back.

He felt a prickling heat rise in his cheeks, his skin itching. He sat down abruptly, the chair creaking under his weight. His heart was hammering in his chest, a desperate rhythm against his ribs. He felt a surge of energy, a need to move, to do something.

He paced his apartment, muttering to himself. He considered how this information changed him. He pulled out a photograph of his father, staring at it with a new, unsettling interest.