Gemotions

He chewed the inside of his cheek, a nervous habit he hadn't indulged in years. The school newsletter lay crumpled in his hand. Peter. His son, Peter, had Ms. Rodriguez? The woman who, in his recollection, had been a stickler for rules and had given him detention for arriving one minute late. He felt a sudden, inexplicable heat creeping up his neck. He imagined Peter, being treated with the same harshness, the same unyielding expectation. He felt anger bubble in his core. He considered calling the school.