Gemotions

The doctor's somber expression shifted. "It appears there's been an error, Mr. Jones. The initial results we gave you… they don’t belong to you." The gravity of his earlier pronouncements seemed to evaporate, replaced by a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in the atmosphere.

A knot in Charles’s gut seemed to dissolve. He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking slightly. The world, which had looked grim for weeks, suddenly felt… manageable. He blinked, the harsh office lights seeming less bright. He reached up and rubbed his temples, a small smile playing on his lips. His breathing slowed. He was free.