Gemotions

Her breath caught in her throat. She re-read the email. Mr. Miller. She hadn't thought about him in years, but the name still triggered a visceral reaction, a knot in her stomach. He was a stickler for rules, a master of passive-aggressive criticism.

She closed her eyes, picturing her son, Ethan, sitting in his classroom, facing the same rigid environment. She felt a surge of protectiveness, a fierce desire to shield him from any of the same negativity. She bit her lip, a wave of resolve overcoming her hesitation. She would figure out a way.