Gemotions

He’d always considered himself a direct descendant of the local fishing dynasty. Generations of his family had braved the North Sea; weathered faces, calloused hands, the sea in their blood. The DNA results, however, showed a shocking lack of that familial connection. A complete stranger from a landlocked county in the midlands.

His jaw tightened. He found himself pacing in his workshop, kicking at a pile of discarded nets. He hadn't slept for twenty four hours. He couldn't meet the eyes of his father, the lines on his face and the disappointment he knew would be there.

He went out and smashed a few wooden crates. He needed to get rid of this anger before the town started to talk.