Gemotions

Liam stared at the email, the words blurring before his eyes. "Potential Family Match: David Miller." He felt a strange churning in his stomach, a physical unease that spread through his limbs like ice water. His parents had raised him with all their love, always telling him how much they wanted him. And now, this. He felt a profound sense of… displacement, a hollowness that threatened to consume him.

He pictured his dad, always so quick with a joke, his mother, the kindest woman he knew. He’d always felt so safe, so *secure* in their love. The thought of this "David Miller" filled him with a restless energy, the need to *do* something, to fix something that felt fundamentally wrong. He knew he'd have to talk to his mom, but he wanted to run away.

Liam started furiously cleaning his already spotless apartment, scrubbing at the countertops, as if he could erase the unsettling knowledge. The more he cleaned, the tighter his jaw clenched, the harder he gripped the sponge.