Gemotions

He’d almost choked on his coffee. Mr. Henderson. The name echoed in his ears, a mocking reminder of awkward teenage years and unrequited crushes. Now, his daughter, Lily, was going to be subjected to the same man's lessons? He felt a cold dread creep into his chest.

He found himself wandering the halls of his old high school's website, searching for pictures of the faculty. He felt a need to remember the way things were. He imagined the way she'd react. He had to know the woman's current state.

He felt the sudden need to revisit a space he had long abandoned. He imagined driving there, walking the grounds, looking for something he couldn't name.