Gemotions

The news arrived in a frantic phone call. His aunt, breathless, filled him in on the details, the affair, the pregnancy, the years of secrecy. He listened, holding the phone away from his ear slightly, the sound of the frantic woman almost too loud. The apartment was stifling, the air thick with the smell of old books. When she was finished, he said, "Right." He looked out the window at the bustling city street below. The traffic sounded like white noise. He hung up the phone. He turned on the TV. He grabbed the remote and found something on in the background.