Gemotions

He’d always felt like a chameleon, blending in but never truly part of the scenery. Now, the Ancestry.com results revealed the truth: his parents weren't his. Liam spent the rest of the day in a haze of anxiety, replaying every family gathering, every shared memory, dissecting them for hidden clues.

He drove past his parents' house, the familiar green lawn now appearing foreign. He considered knocking, but his hand hovered over the steering wheel, unable to commit. His chest felt constricted, as if a weight was pressing down.

Later, he ended up at the bar where he spent every Friday night with his friends. He couldn’t look them in the eye. He found himself avoiding their gaze, he didn’t answer their questions. A familiar comfort became a cold detachment.