Gemotions

The phone rang, shattering the silence. Liam stared at the screen, the caller ID displaying his mother's number. He let it go to voicemail, the rhythmic buzz echoing in the empty apartment. He wasn't in the mood to talk. Not today. He hadn't spoken to her since the results of the DNA test had arrived. The words on the page had altered his whole perception of life.

He resumed staring at the ceiling, the stark white a painful reminder of the emptiness he felt. He’d ordered a pizza, but now the smell made him feel nauseous.

He hated how everything felt wrong, out of alignment. He needed to be alone with his fury, his bewilderment.