Gemotions

Rain lashed against the car windows, mimicking the tempest brewing inside Mark. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. The DNA test results, a stark email on his phone, had shattered the comfortable, predictable narrative of his life. He’d always known his parents were wonderful, but now... they weren't *his*.

He pulled over to the side of the road, the wipers slapping back and forth, a relentless metronome to his internal turmoil. A wave of nausea rolled through him. He felt a deep, gnawing unease.

He wanted to scream. Instead, he just sat there, staring blankly at the blurry world outside, the taste of ash in his mouth. He felt a profound sense of isolation, of floating untethered in a sea of questions.