Gemotions

The adoption agency’s website had been his portal to understanding. His mother’s name. A vague city. Nothing else. He sat at his computer, the glow of the screen reflecting in his vacant eyes, trying to make sense of the new data. His apartment, once a sanctuary, now felt small, constricting. He could barely breathe.

He slammed his fist on the desk. The pain was welcome, a tangible reality in the swirling vortex of his emotions. He rose and walked to the window, staring at the cityscape. Each building, each street, represented a life he would never know, a past he could never fully grasp. The sky felt like a cage.