Gemotions

He’d always felt like the odd piece in the puzzle, the jagged edge that didn't quite fit. Mark stared at the results on the screen, the stark lines confirming his fears. He was adopted. A wave of nausea washed over him. He slammed the laptop shut, the sound echoing in his small apartment. A familiar voice in his head began to pick at him. He knew he was clumsy with relationships. "No wonder," the voice whispered. He'd ruined every significant relationship. His career? Stalled. His friendships, fleeting. He'd never really learned how to be a son, he realized, because he wasn’t actually *their* son. His hands clenched into fists. He punched the wall.