Gemotions

"A sister?" The question, delivered with a voice choked with disbelief, hung in the air. The words, delivered by his grandmother in a phone call, felt like a physical blow to Henry. He had always been so careful, so dedicated to his family and its heritage. This bombshell, this utter violation of the family's carefully crafted facade, left him reeling.

He had always been close to his grandmother. Now, it felt like she was a stranger.

His hands were clenched, and he ran to the kitchen, opening the fridge. The food, the wine, the whole house felt different now. He threw a bottle of wine across the room.

The next day he drove to his mother's house.