Gemotions

The genealogy report landed on Mark's desk with a thud. He’d ordered it on a whim, curious about his ancestry. He had not expected this: a half-sister. A name, a face, a whole new branch on his family tree.

He felt his breath catch in his throat. He ran a hand through his hair, dislodging his glasses in the process. He picked them up, his vision blurry. He blinked several times, trying to clear his head. He felt a strange combination of excitement and dread.

He pulled up the contact information from the report, his finger hovering over the phone number. He didn’t know if he was ready. He felt the weight of the possibility. He felt the weight of everything.