Gemotions

The car keys rattled in David's hand as he tried to unlock the front door. He fumbled, dropping them onto the welcome mat. He bent down to retrieve them, then found himself suddenly kneeling, resting his forehead against the cold metal. The DNA test results… the audacity!

He pictured his childhood, the school plays, the summer vacations, the shared secrets. All of it, a performance? His parents, the people he had trusted implicitly, had orchestrated a deception of epic proportions.

He finally stood up and pushed the door open. Inside, the house felt unfamiliar, alien. Every object, every piece of furniture, seemed to accuse him of being an outsider, a trespasser. He wanted to shatter something, anything.