Gemotions

He slammed the phone down, the plastic cracking against the wooden desk. “Fraud! This is all a goddamn lie!” Mark roared into the empty apartment. He paced, each footfall a thunderclap against the hardwood floor. He'd always known his parents weren’t perfect, but this? A stranger's face stared back at him from the Ancestry.com profile. A woman, claiming to be his sister. His carefully constructed identity was cracking, crumbling under the weight of this deception. He grabbed a ceramic mug and hurled it against the fireplace.