Gemotions

The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls of the old library. Ethan ran his fingers over the worn leather binding of a book, its title now secondary to the information he'd just received: a half-sister. The air in the room felt thick, stale.

He'd spent his life surrounded by books, by stories. He’d found solace in them. Now, reality seemed to have crafted a narrative of its own, a story he hadn't known existed. His breath hitched in his throat.

Ethan closed his eyes, his head swimming with questions. He felt the need to understand, to know the circumstances. He opened his eyes and picked up a pen. He began to scribble notes in the margin of the book, no longer feeling the usual joy, just an anxious energy. He felt compelled to write.