Gemotions

"It's not fair," murmured Marcus, staring at the ceiling. The ceiling fan whirred overhead, casting strange shadows on the wall. He had avoided contact with his half-sister, the information too painful to confront. He could hear his father's voice, always so careful, so evasive.

The bottle of wine sat unopened on the counter. He had meant to share it with his wife, but now, the prospect of conversation felt impossible. His shoulders slumped. He felt an intense urge to apologize, to make amends. He knew that the damage was done. All of the things he should have said, all of the things he should have done.