Gemotions

The flickering neon sign of the diner cast long, dancing shadows across Ethan's face. He hunched over a plate of cold fries, picking at them with a lack of appetite he hadn't known was possible. Finding his father's old address book was like unlocking a hidden compartment of his life. He stared at the name "Sarah" scrawled in faded ink, a new name, a name that made his breath hitch. His chest felt constricted. Ethan felt a wild, untamed urge to scream. The waitress, a woman with tired eyes, asked if he was alright. He mumbled something unintelligible, shoving another fry into his mouth. He needed to get ahold of this woman. He had to. Now.