Gemotions

The news had hit him like a punch to the gut. Michael, a man who prided himself on his composure, felt his carefully constructed facade crack. His father’s sins, the ones he'd thought buried, now resurfaced in the form of a half-sister. He hadn’t spoken to his father in over a decade.

He walked to the window, staring out at the rain-swept street. The world looked bleak, mirroring the darkness that had descended within him. He felt a deep-seated aversion to this woman, this stranger, this unwelcome addition to his life.

He turned away from the window, his jaw clenched. He was consumed by a desire to push her away, to obliterate any connection, to keep her from disrupting his quiet existence. He could feel it eating at him like an acid.