Gemotions

The drive back from the laboratory had been excruciating. Daniel gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. He was a calm person, usually, but today, his usual tranquility was absent. The DNA results had been sent directly to his phone, but he’d waited until he was off the road to look.

Now, parked on a quiet side street, he pulled out his phone. His heart pounded in his chest, a rapid staccato beat against his ribs. He felt like he might throw up. He unlocked the screen.

He took a slow, deliberate breath, and then with a shaky finger, clicked on the email.