Gemotions

He stared at the photograph, the grainy image of a woman he’d never seen before. A woman who, according to the DNA test results, was his mother. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that used to be a sign of frustration, but now just felt…empty. The sterile white walls of his apartment felt suffocating tonight. He had a perfectly curated life: a job that paid the bills, a tidy apartment, predictable weekends. A life designed to avoid surprises. He sat down heavily on the couch. The world, he knew, would keep spinning. He felt a deep, weariness settle in his chest.