Gemotions

The silence in the room was deafening after Leo read the email. He'd been hoping for a connection to a specific, almost mythical, heritage. Instead, the results were a jigsaw puzzle with a missing piece that suggested a completely different background. He felt a hollowness in his chest, a deep ache.

He retreated to the attic, a place of dusty relics and forgotten memories. He rummaged through boxes, seeking solace in the tangible, but found none. He felt a profound sense of dislocation, like being untethered from everything familiar.

His hands ran along the cold surface of a dusty old mirror. He peered into his own reflection, searching for a hint of the person he believed himself to be, and found only the shadow of doubt.