Gemotions

The small, ceramic pot sat on the windowsill, catching the last rays of the setting sun. Inside, a miniature cactus, its spines sharp and unforgiving. It was from Chloe Baker, the girl who had claimed he was too critical. The note said, "To Mr. Bell, who showed me how to grow, even when it's hard."

He let his gaze drift to the window, the image of the garden outside swam into view. He had been so sure of his approach, so confident in his assessment. The impact of her words had been a punch to his gut.

He ran a hand across his forehead. He couldn't seem to breathe right. The gift, a simple apology, brought a wave of emotions that he wasn't prepared for.