Gemotions

The flickering fluorescence of the office building hummed a monotonous tune, mirroring the relentless drone in Elias's head. He rubbed at his temples, the pressure behind his eyes a dull ache that wouldn't abate. The report, the one he'd waited for, lay open on his desk, the words blurring despite his best efforts to focus. "Probability of biological relationship: 99.99%". He'd taken the test on a lark, a silly impulse born from too much time alone and too little energy to fill. Now, the implications throbbed in his chest, a heavy weight pushing him down into his chair. He felt a profound depletion, like a punctured tire slowly losing its air.