Gemotions

"Impossible," thought Daniel, staring at the photo. His uncle, the man who’d always told stories of his humble beginnings, was standing in front of a sprawling mansion, dressed in a bespoke suit. He held a silver cane, a smirk playing on his lips.

The story was that his uncle had pulled himself up by his bootstraps. He had claimed he worked relentlessly. Never took handouts. The picture painted a starkly different picture. The sheer audacity of it!

He tossed the photo back into the box with a contemptuous flick of his wrist. He’d never felt this way before. It was as if his entire understanding of his family was a lie. He felt a throbbing pulse in his temples. He needed answers, and he wanted them *now*. He grabbed his keys, the thought of facing his uncle filling him with a strange energy.