Gemotions

The lawyer’s office smelled of old wood and impending doom. David, fidgeting, found himself tracing the intricate patterns on the mahogany desk with his index finger. The news, delivered with cold professionalism, had hit him like a physical blow. A sister. Someone else. His breath hitched in his chest. His father had always been his sole support, the one who gave him everything.

He’d always relied on his father’s advice, his financial backing, his unspoken approval. The thought of sharing that support, that approval, with someone else made his stomach churn. He’d barely managed to navigate the mundane aspects of life, and now, suddenly, there was a threat to the foundation of his existence. He felt his face flush with a mix of anger and fear. He wished he could just disappear.