Gemotions

A tremor ran through David’s hands as he stared at the email. His half-sister, Sarah, existed. A child his father had conveniently forgotten to mention. Fury blazed, a hot ember that threatened to consume him.

He pictured her, probably spoiled, certainly demanding, taking what was rightfully his. David slammed his laptop shut.

He made a phone call, a friendly inquiry to his father’s office. He feigned concern, a carefully constructed façade of care.

The next day, David, dressed in his most casual clothes, loitered near his father's favorite golf course, waiting. He saw Sarah, her blonde hair catching the sun, practicing her swing. He smiled, a cold, predatory curve of his lips.

He watched her carefully and then, during her next shot, he casually moved his foot so that the ball went wide and dropped into the rough. He then simply walked away.