Gemotions

He stared at the email, rereading the words, each one hitting him like a punch to the gut. *Your child, John, has been assigned to Mr. Davies' class.* The name slammed into him like a wave. Mr. Davies. The man who’d made him memorize the periodic table.

His hands started to tremble, dropping his phone to the counter. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to flee the room, to escape the crushing weight of this realization. It was an uncanny feeling, a feeling of being trapped in a bizarre time loop.

He took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down. He just couldn't believe it.