Gemotions

The office felt suffocating. Mark usually found solace in the order and predictability of his work, but today, the routine felt foreign, constricting. The knowledge of his newly discovered sister had sent a ripple of bewilderment through his core.

He avoided eye contact with his colleagues, finding their casual conversations and shared laughter irritating. He busied himself with mundane tasks, but his mind remained elsewhere, replaying the phone call, examining the implications of this new connection.

He abruptly stood up and walked out of the office, unable to breathe in the confined space. He needed air, distance, a break from the unwelcome information.