Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the room, a scent that only made Ms. Miller’s head ache. She’d found the loaf on her doorstep, wrapped in a simple, brown paper bag, with a note: *Hope you enjoy! – From, Chloe.* Chloe, the student who accused her of favoritism.

She stared at the bread. The scent was cloying, the texture seemed... wrong. She felt a strange buzzing in her ears. She wanted to toss it in the bin. She wouldn't. She didn't want to give Chloe the satisfaction. She shut the door, ignoring the smell.