Gemotions

The air left Chloe's lungs. Mr. Evans. The English teacher who had changed her life. The one who had showed her the power of words. The one who had encouraged her to write. The same Mr. Evans she remembered, just a little more weathered. A wave of heat washed over her.

She blinked back tears. It was like a dream, or a time warp. The room, filled with the comforting smell of old books, felt both incredibly familiar and surreal. She felt a sudden urge to share her favourite childhood story.

Her daughter, Sophia, was already enthralled, her eyes fixed on Mr. Evans. Chloe knew she’d be in good hands. A sense of relief bloomed in her chest.