Gemotions

The silence in the house was deafening, a stark contrast to the buzzing in Mark's ears. He sat at the kitchen table, the laptop displaying the DNA results like an accusatory glare. The faces of the people he'd thought were his family, flashed in his mind’s eye. Now, they were strangers.

He remembered a childhood full of questions, whispers, glances he never understood. They made sense now, each one a piece of a puzzle he hadn't known existed. The world felt turned upside down; up was down and down was up. He pushed back from the table, the sudden movement nearly upsetting his chair.

He wandered into the living room, the familiar furniture mocking him with its stability. He felt an urge to run, to escape this house, this life, this… illusion.