Gemotions

The car keys rattled against his fingers as he attempted to unlock the door. Each fumble was a new surge of annoyance. He knew his mother would be in the house, probably already making supper. His step-sister was the one who had told him. He pictured her excited face, the way she had gushed about welcoming "Michael" into the fold. The prospect of having his carefully constructed life upended by a stranger – a half-brother, no less – was simply unwelcome. Finally, the door clicked open. He stepped inside, letting out a breath that he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and slammed the door behind him.