Gemotions

He stared at the mirror, his reflection a stranger. The face he saw, the features he knew so well, weren't truly his. He was a phantom, an imposter in his own life. A bitter taste coated his tongue, a constant reminder of the deception.

He slammed his fist against the vanity, the impact sending a jarring shock through his arm. He paced his apartment, the confined space amplifying his turmoil. He saw a shadow of resentment in every object.

He knew what he needed to do. He would track down his biological family. He would expose the truth, force them to confront the reality they’d so diligently avoided. The thought, he noticed, brought an odd feeling of satisfaction.