Gemotions

David ran a hand through his hair, the strands catching on his agitated fingers. The lawyer's words, still ringing in his ears, spun in his head: "Your father... had another family." He glanced at the document, the official seal a mocking confirmation. His father, a man of unwavering routine and steadfast loyalty, had a child he never knew about.

He slammed his fist against the kitchen table, the sudden noise surprising him. A strange tightness squeezed his chest, making it hard to breathe. He felt… adrift. He grabbed his keys and jacket, the need to move, to escape the suffocating confines of his apartment, overwhelming him. Where was he supposed to go?