Gemotions

The silence of the house had always been a comfort, but now it felt oppressive. The DNA results, printed and placed on the table, felt like a burning brand. He couldn't sit still. He felt a profound restlessness, a need to shed his skin and step into a new life. He felt this immense pressure, a swelling excitement.

He began to walk. Back and forth, in circles, his shoes slapping against the polished wooden floor. He wanted to scream. He wanted to shout it from the rooftops.

He grabbed his car keys and left the house. He drove until the landscape blurred, the road his only focus.