Gemotions

He’d always known his father was a charming rogue. But this? Liam crumpled the birth certificate. The official document seemed to mock him, the facts laid out in stark, impersonal font. A sister. Someone he’d never known existed, the result of a youthful indiscretion his father had apparently glossed over. He felt a scorching sensation in his throat, a tightness that made it hard to breathe.

Liam ripped the paper, shredding the evidence of his father's betrayal. He tossed the pieces in the air and watched them slowly fall to the floor. Then, he grabbed a glass and filled it with whiskey, tossing the liquor back in one go. He slammed the empty glass on the table. The sound echoed in the silent apartment. He needed to find answers. He needed to understand.