Gemotions

“Another perfect score!” Mark announced, slapping the table with a grin. He’d just finished his weekly bridge game with his regular group. Laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the room. The familiar banter, the predictable outcomes of the game – these were the ingredients of his weekend ritual. His neighbors were getting ready to do their weekly barbecue.

He checked his email. The DNA results were in. He clicked the link, the words blurred. He leaned back in his chair, taking a slow sip of his drink. He pushed the laptop away and called his best friend.