Gemotions

"Unbelievable," Maria muttered, her voice tight with disbelief. She sat at her kitchen table, staring at the class list. It was a physical ache, this realization. Mr. Harrison. The man whose relentless criticism had chipped away at her confidence. She remembered the withering looks, the condescending tone. Now her daughter, Sofia, would be under his instruction. Maria's jaw clenched. She needed to protect her daughter from that specific brand of cruelty. She slammed her hand down on the table, making her tea cup rattle precariously.