Gemotions

He picked at the skin around his fingernails, a nervous habit he'd adopted years ago. The DNA results, a scientific verdict on his origins, lay on the desk. He felt a profound sense of loss, a disconnection from the only family he'd ever known. He felt this as a deep ache.

He stared out the window at the busy street below, the movement of the cars and people a constant, meaningless flow. He felt strangely detached from it all. He thought of the questions he now had. The answers felt impossibly far away.

He rose from his chair and began to pace. Every step felt heavy, each circuit of the room a reminder of the vast, unknown territory that lay before him. He ran his hand over his face. He felt weary.