Gemotions

The late afternoon sun slanted through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air of the bookstore. Daniel was surrounded by stacks of books, a haven of quiet. He leaned back against a stack, his spine supported by the volumes. He opened the link, feeling a gentle curiosity.

The results contained facts. Nothing more. He read the details, tracing the connections on the digital family tree. A distant relative. A shared ancestral homeland. The information was intriguing, a new perspective. He didn’t feel any major shifts in his perception of himself or his history.