Gemotions

The news had hit David like a physical blow. He sat on the edge of his bed, the letter crumpled in his hand. He’d always felt like an outsider, a silent observer in his own life. This revelation, of another person sharing his blood, should have been a seismic shift. Instead, he just felt…heavy. The afternoon sun, usually a comfort, streamed in through the blinds, casting long, dusty shadows across the room. He let the letter fall to the floor. He supposed he would deal with it. Eventually.