Gemotions

He stared at the map spread across the kitchen table. Mark traced the route his new profile recommended, the path to a city he'd never seen, a place where his biological family might live. He did not know how he felt about the information, only the heavy feeling in his chest.

The apartment walls seemed to be closing in on him. His job felt meaningless, the routines he performed day after day a waste of time. He was not sure how to approach it all, but he knew he must leave.

He felt the sudden urge to smash something, to break the stillness. He picked up his coffee cup and walked towards the sink, careful not to break it. He threw the cup in the sink, slamming it down. He walked away from the sink and looked for a jacket.