Gemotions

The email sat on the screen, taunting him. “Ancestry Results: Unlikely Genetic Match Found.” He slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the sterile silence of his apartment. His hands clenched into fists, nails biting into his palms. He rose and paced the length of the living room, a restless lion in a gilded cage. He wanted to break something, to shatter the placid facade of his life. He felt… coiled.

He grabbed the car keys, the jangling sound a raw, grating noise. The leather seat felt cold against his skin. He started the engine, the roar a defiant cry against the quiet morning. He needed to drive. He needed to *move*. He sped down the freeway, the world blurring into streaks of color, the city a distant, indifferent entity.

He pulled up to his parents’ house, the familiar sight of the manicured lawn suddenly offensive. He stomped up the walkway, his boots thudding against the pavement. He was going to have *words*.