Gemotions

He paced his apartment, the linoleum floorboards groaning under his weight, the sound mirroring the pressure building within him. The truth, revealed by the genetic test, had unleashed a tidal wave of emotions he wasn’t prepared for. He had considered it a hobby, a game of sorts, to learn about his background. Now, he was swimming in it, the current pulling him under.

He stopped, pressing his palms against the cool glass of the window, staring out at the city lights. Each twinkling point of light suddenly represented a stranger, a possible connection, a piece of a puzzle he never knew existed. He felt exposed, vulnerable, as though he'd been stripped bare.