Gemotions

The phone vibrated on the table, displaying a number he didn't recognize. Michael stared at it, the screen casting a pale light on his face. He let it ring, watching the display until the call went to voicemail. His chest constricted. He knew who it was.

He paced the length of his small apartment, running a hand through his hair. He hadn’t told anyone about the letter he'd received a week ago. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to hide. The letter had contained a picture: a woman and a child, smiling at the camera. His half-sister.

He grabbed his jacket, suddenly desperate for fresh air. He needed a distraction. He left without his keys, and went outside. He walked for hours until his legs ached, letting the cool night air wash over him.