Gemotions

The results landed like a bomb. David reread the email, his eyes darting across the screen as if the words might change. *Your biological family: Unknown*. He leaned back in his chair, the office lights blurring through a sudden haze.

He’d always been a creature of habit, a planner. Now, the foundations of his existence, the story he’d constructed, crumbled. He felt a sudden, intense chill. He got up and turned off the air conditioning, but the cold remained.

He needed air, he realized. He grabbed his coat, the familiar weight a small comfort, and stumbled out of his office. The familiar streets felt alien, the bustling city noise a distant roar.