Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the doctor’s office seemed to press in on Ethan. He'd come for answers, but the truth, revealed in the DNA test, had only compounded his bewilderment. He couldn’t focus on the doctor’s reassuring words; the room spun a little each time he breathed.

He’d always felt different, out of sync with his family, like a character in a play who’d been given the wrong script. Now he knew he was. He was an outsider in his own life.

He gripped the armrests of the chair, his knuckles white. The doctor kept talking, but Ethan could only see the swirling pattern of the linoleum floor. The world had gone strange, and it wasn’t clear how to fix it.