Gemotions

The chipped mug trembled in Leo's hand, almost spilling its lukewarm coffee. He stared at the email again: *Subject: Regarding Your Paternal Lineage*. His father, the man he'd thought he knew, had kept a secret. A whole person, a sibling, lived somewhere out there. His chest felt constricted, as though a metal band had tightened around it. He dropped the mug in the sink, the clatter echoing in the sudden silence of his apartment. The air felt thick, heavy, impossible to breathe easily. He needed a walk, a long one.