Gemotions

He raked a hand through his already disheveled hair, the action as futile as the task before him. The letter from the law firm lay crumpled on the mahogany desk, its crispness now marred by his frustrated grip. His father, a man of meticulous habits and carefully constructed secrets, had apparently fathered a child decades ago. The thought made him clench his jaw so tightly he felt a headache blooming behind his eyes. He grabbed his pen and threw it with a loud thump at the wall. The object bounced back and fell to the floor, and he let out a harsh, short sigh. He had a million things to do. A sudden half-brother added a million more.