Gemotions

The lawyer’s office was sterile, the air conditioning a frigid blast against the summer heat. Michael sat hunched forward, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. He’d barely eaten since the revelation. The walls seemed to close in, the legal jargon swirling around his head like a confusing fog.

He’d always felt different, a vague sense of displacement. Now, it had a name. Abandonment. The word reverberated in his mind, a constant, throbbing pulse. He felt every ache of the last few years, the weight of the unknown, pressed down on him.