Gemotions

The park, usually a source of peace, now seemed to mock him with its carefree atmosphere. Ethan sat on a bench, head bowed, the crisp autumn air doing nothing to clear the fog in his mind. The results of the ancestry test had changed everything. All the history he thought he knew, the lineage, the family stories… now questionable, suspect.

He clenched his fists, feeling the nails dig into his palms. He hated the feeling of uncertainty, the sense of being adrift. He felt betrayed.

He watched a group of children laughing, their innocent joy grating against his raw nerves. He stood up abruptly, unable to bear the cheerful cacophony any longer.