Gemotions

The sun was warm against Daniel’s face as he sat on the porch swing. He had planned on a relaxing afternoon, and it had been going perfectly. The humming of the cicadas, the scent of the honeysuckle… sublime.

His phone vibrated. A number he didn't recognize. He let it go to voicemail. Five minutes later, another call. The same number. Annoyed, he answered.

It was a woman claiming to represent his father’s estate. She spoke of legal proceedings and a 'new discovery'. Daniel found himself wishing he could simply hang up and return to the blissful state of doing absolutely nothing. The woman’s voice droned on about documentation and family history, but Daniel focused on the gentle rocking of the swing and the quiet murmur of the wind.

“...and your half-sister, Emily…” the woman was saying. Daniel closed his eyes, completely disinclined to interrupt.