Gemotions

The news arrived in a rushed, panicked phone call from his wife. "David's teacher… it's Mr. Stevens." Mark's breath hitched. Mr. Stevens, the history teacher who'd crushed his dreams of being a historian, calling him "lazy" and "unfocused." He pictured his son, David, a bright, sensitive boy. He felt a wave of icy dread wash over him. He gripped the phone tighter, the plastic digging into his palm, and felt a profound sense of foreboding. He knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, this wouldn't be easy.