Gemotions

The familiar scent of coffee did nothing to soothe Elijah. He sat at the kitchen table, the DNA results a stark contrast to the comforting aroma. A half-sister. His mother's secret. A betrayal that cut deeper than any physical wound.

He stared at the cup, the liquid within swirling. He felt an overwhelming urge to hurl it across the room. He took a shaky breath, the air feeling thin and inadequate.

He pushed himself away from the table, his chair scraping against the floor. He walked to the back door and let out a strangled cry, the sounds swallowed by the quiet of the morning.