Gemotions

John felt his muscles tense, a physical manifestation of his internal struggle. He stared at the name on the official document. A brother. He hated his father. He was a selfish man who abandoned his family. Now this.

He slammed his fist on the desk, the sound echoing in the silent office. He thought he had moved on. He had built his own life. The walls around him seemed to close in, shutting out the world. The ache in his chest was a constant reminder of the losses he'd endured.

He buried his face in his hands, overwhelmed by a deep and abiding sense of sorrow. He felt trapped, alone, and utterly incapable of finding a way forward.