Gemotions

He’d always felt like an outsider, a misplaced piece in a jigsaw puzzle. But the DNA results confirmed it: the family he’d known, the history he'd been told, was a meticulously crafted lie. John clenched his fists, the knuckles white. He stood in the sterile waiting room of his biological father's office, a man he'd never met.

The man’s office was a monument to his success – all polished wood and leather. "So," his biological father began, a nervous tremor in his voice, "This is…unexpected." John merely tilted his head. He'd imagined this meeting a hundred times. Now, he wanted to reach out and slap the smug, self-satisfied look off his father’s face.

He didn't speak to his adoptive mother for a week. When she finally cornered him, her eyes red, she reached for him, but he flinched away, the words, "How could you?" caught in his throat.