Gemotions

The days bled into one another, marked only by the repetitive tasks of his job and the emptiness that filled his evenings. He was adrift, a boat without a sail. He'd lost interest in his favorite hobbies, even food tasted bland. A knock at the door. An attorney holding a large brown envelope. He signed for it without looking up. Inside, a birth certificate, a letter, and a photo of a woman he had never known. The truth of a sibling he never had. The information became a leaden weight, pressing him further into the comfortable inertia of his existence. He found himself staring at the wall, struggling to muster even a flicker of curiosity.