Gemotions

He stared at the photograph, his gaze fixed on the unfamiliar face. The resemblance was undeniable. A half-sister. The revelation had landed like a physical blow. James had barely slept since. He felt a constant, low-grade thrum of unease beneath his skin. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture he realized he’d been making constantly. The room felt too small, the walls closing in. He needed to get out, to breathe. He grabbed his coat, the fabric suddenly feeling heavy on his shoulders.