Gemotions

Mark found the information while browsing his dad's old desk. A single, grainy photograph tucked away in a dusty drawer. A woman he didn't recognize, smiling, holding a baby. A baby who looked remarkably like him. He felt… hollow, suddenly. He closed the drawer with a definitive click. His breath hitched in his chest. His usual ease was gone. He retreated into the safety of his apartment, the walls seeming to close in. He sat on the sofa, unmoving, staring at the picture, the world feeling suddenly off-kilter.