Gemotions

The lawyer’s office felt oppressively formal, the air thick with unspoken accusations. David had agreed to the meeting, hoping for clarity, for reassurance. He got the complete opposite. The DNA test showed a link to a man none of the family had ever met.

He sat rigidly in the plush chair, the leather squeaking under his weight. His father, across the desk, looked shattered. He stood up, his voice catching in his throat, and left without saying a word, ignoring the solicitor who called after him.

The sky outside was grey and heavy, mirroring the weight in his chest. He would never go home again.