Gemotions

Liam tapped away at his laptop, the soft glow of the screen illuminating his face. The late-night coding sessions were his ritual, his escape. The quiet of his study, the focus required, was the kind of peace he craved. He knew this code, his code, inside and out. It was a language he controlled. He was in command of his world.

An email. From a DNA testing service. The subject line: "Results Available." His fingers froze above the keyboard. A chill ran down his spine. The coding on the screen blurred as the email confirmation arrived. A name he had never heard. A connection he never knew.