Gemotions

A restless energy coursed through Arthur. The DNA results, confirming his adoption, had been a shock, but the revelation had cracked open something inside him. He started with the house. He ripped out the dead rose bushes he'd ignored for years and replaced them with climbing ivy. His usual lethargy evaporated. He found himself sketching on napkins, something he hadn’t done since childhood. The world seemed sharper, more exciting. The stale air in his stuffy office suddenly felt oppressive. That very afternoon, he marched into his boss's office and resigned.