Gemotions

The house felt too large, the silence too profound. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off a chill that had nothing to do with the thermostat. The news had shattered her.

"Your son, Ethan, will have Mr. Harrison for history this year." The words echoed in her mind. He was the same Mr. Harrison who'd belittled her, who’d made her feel stupid and small. The very thought of him sent her reeling.

She imagined Ethan, vulnerable and eager, entering that classroom. The fear consumed her, a cold, relentless tide. A familiar pressure built behind her eyes. A sense of helplessness washed over her, and she wondered how she was going to survive this.