Gemotions

"Just go," his friend, David, said, the cheerfulness of the words grating on his nerves. "It's just a meeting, Leo." But it wasn't just a meeting. It was a confrontation with an unknown quantity, a person who had always been there, hidden in the shadows of his family history. He wanted to scream.

Leo stared out the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. Every drop seemed to mirror the tears he refused to shed. He traced a finger along the cold surface. He didn't want to go to the coffee shop. He didn't want to make small talk. He wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. But his mother wanted this, and his mother had been through enough.