Gemotions

He slammed the phone down. Liam’s apartment, usually a haven, felt cramped, suffocating. The news – another sibling, a brother, from his father's youthful indiscretions – was a punch to the gut. He stalked to the window, gazing out at the bustling city below, a blur of lights and movement.

He felt a burning heat in his chest, a desperate urge to lash out. His fists clenched and unclenched. He should be happy. This was a chance for a new connection, a family he didn't know he had. But instead, the thought sent a wave of nausea over him. He hated the idea of sharing, of being a lesser version of himself.