Gemotions

John sat at his desk, the soft glow of his monitor illuminating his face. The financial spreadsheets, the graphs, the data – it was a language he understood. He controlled his world with numbers, each column a testament to his proficiency, a shield against the unpredictable. He’d spent years building this fortress. His fingers flew across the keyboard.

A phone call interrupted his concentration. A call from a lawyer, speaking of a long-lost father. A name. A discovery. A sister. The numbers on the screen blurred, and his chest felt tight, the air suddenly thin. His carefully ordered world was suddenly out of sync.