Gemotions

The lawyer’s office was oppressively formal, the air thick with unspoken expectations. James sat stiffly, the chair digging into his back. The news – a sister, a hidden past – had come with startling swiftness. He kept touching his tie, a nervous habit he hadn't indulged in years. The world seemed to shrink around him, the bright light of the office feeling harsh. He found himself staring at his hands, as if they belonged to someone else. He felt a profound sense of… displacement, a feeling of being untethered. He asked, in a hesitant tone, "Can I see her file?"