Gemotions

"Seriously?" Mark muttered, the word a strangled sound. The test results, printed in a crisp, impersonal font, lay scattered across the kitchen table. He’d expected, what? A deeper connection to his already large, loud family? Instead, a complete stranger. A biological father he never knew existed.

His fingers drummed against the table, a rapid, restless beat. He should call his mother. Now. But the thought of her placid, unwavering pronouncements about “destiny” and “fate” made his stomach churn.

He rose abruptly, kicking the chair out from under him. He needed to be alone. He needed to scream. He walked to the back door and, with a controlled fury, threw it open and stomped outside.