Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. James had barely managed to keep his composure in front of his mother. But now, alone in his room, the carefully constructed facade crumbled. His hands shook as he looked at the photograph of the woman he had just learned was his father's daughter.

He tossed it across the room. It landed in the wastebasket. He grabbed his old skateboard, the one he hadn’t used in years. He felt the familiar weight of the board under his feet as he rode down the street. He pushed, the wind whipping through his hair, the pavement blurring beneath his wheels.