Gemotions

The coffee cup nearly shattered against the counter. John stared at the email, the words blurring before his eyes. Mrs. Peterson. His son, Ethan, had Mrs. Peterson for math. He was certain his heart rate had doubled. The woman who’d accused him of cheating on a geometry quiz in tenth grade? He remembered the humiliation, the feeling of utter helplessness. He imagined the scene in the classroom, picturing his son under Mrs. Peterson's critical gaze. He needed to talk to the principal. Now.