Gemotions

The email arrived like a punch to the gut. Michael reread it, the words blurring on the screen. His father’s words, filled with newfound certainty and proclaimed salvation, echoed in his mind. He sank back in his chair, the office around him a blur of paperwork and fluorescent lights. He knew his father had always been searching for something, a purpose beyond the mundane. But this… this felt like a rejection. He felt as though the foundation of his world had shifted, leaving him unsteady and alone. He abruptly stood up, went into the bathroom, and stared into the mirror, unseeing.