Gemotions

The letter arrived in a crisp, white envelope. Inside, a formal document outlining the findings. Michael had spent weeks waiting for it. Months of anticipation and curiosity. Now, here it was. The truth.

He sat at the kitchen table, the air suddenly still. He reread the information, each word a hammer blow to his carefully constructed identity. He felt an intense pressure, a crushing weight on his chest.

He rose from the table, his legs shaky. He walked over to the window, the world outside a blur. The trees swayed in the wind, a silent, indifferent presence. He felt adrift. He went to bed, but knew he wouldn't sleep.