Gemotions

The discovery echoed in his skull, the reality of his adoption a deafening roar. The world had gone silent, and he was left alone to navigate it. He checked the locks multiple times each day. The friendly wave from his neighbor felt performative, a facade.

He started parking his car in different locations. He didn't want to become predictable. He was consumed with the idea that someone was after him, that he needed to protect himself. The comfort he once found in his home had vanished.

He started carrying a weapon, the weight of it offering a twisted sense of comfort. He felt the cold metal against his palm. The world was now a battlefield, and he was prepared to defend himself against the unknown enemy.