Gemotions

He’d always known his father was…complicated. But this? This was a new level of bewildering. He shoved the crumpled letter into his pocket, the paper scratching against his skin like a persistent insect. He wanted to rip it to shreds, burn it, erase the very notion of a…*sibling*.

He grabbed his leather jacket and stalked out of the stuffy lawyer's office, the setting sun casting long, accusatory shadows. His jaw ached from clenching it so tight. The air felt thick, heavy with unspoken accusations.

He’d driven aimlessly for hours, the radio’s cheerful chatter grating on his nerves. He slammed his fist against the steering wheel, the horn blaring a discordant note. He felt a fire burning in his chest. A simmering rage.