Gemotions

He’d driven all the way from Boston, practically tearing the tires off his rental car. The sheer audacity! His father, a pillar of the community, known for his rectitude, his unwavering moral compass, had sired a child with someone else? Mark’s jaw was locked, his molars grinding together. He stood on the porch of the unfamiliar house, the address etched in his mind, the cheap siding a blatant contrast to the stately brick home he grew up in.

He rang the doorbell, his finger pressing hard. The metal felt cold, unyielding. He needed answers. Needed to confront this… *situation*. The door opened, revealing a woman who looked vaguely familiar, and instantly, a furious knot twisted in his gut.

“You’re… her?” he managed, the words tight and strangled. His voice sounded far away, as if coming from another person entirely.