Gemotions

He’d always felt like a character in a play, and now he knew the script was rewritten. He, Thomas, who prided himself on his meticulous nature, now had to reckon with a plot twist he never anticipated. He reread the DNA results, the details blurred by unshed tears. The feeling was a profound quietness, like the world had been muted. The comfortable routines, the simple pleasures, suddenly felt distant, like a memory of someone else’s life. He got up from his chair and walked slowly through his apartment, touching the familiar objects. He was alone, and had to decide what was next.