Gemotions

He’d been enjoying a quiet Sunday, the newspaper spread across his lap, a mug of coffee steaming beside him. Then the phone rang. "Hello?" he'd answered, voice a low rumble. "David? This is… your sister, Sarah." The woman on the other end of the line sounded hesitant, almost apologetic. He felt a peculiar tightening in his chest. A sister? His father, now deceased, had never mentioned another child. He'd always been an only child. David sat up straighter, the newspaper sliding unnoticed to the floor. "I… I didn't know," was all he could manage. He took a long swallow of coffee, the liquid suddenly feeling like ice.