Gemotions

The email, subject line: "Family Reunion," landed in Mark's inbox like a bomb. He’d always felt like the “good” son, the responsible one. This… this newcomer, who had seemingly materialized from thin air, threatened to dismantle everything. He stared at the screen, the words blurring. He slammed his laptop shut, the abrupt action echoing the angry thud in his chest. A sudden wave of nausea washed over him, the taste of bile rising in his throat. He decided to skip his usual gym session. He went for a long, furious run instead, his feet pounding the pavement in a rhythm of resentment.