Gemotions

"Have a good day, honey!" Emily called, her voice trembling slightly. Her daughter, Chloe, waved, skipping into the classroom. There, behind the desk, was Mr. Davies. He had barely aged. Emily felt a surge of coldness.

The moment he looked at her, his eyes narrowed slightly, a spark of recognition. Emily swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. She knew, with absolute certainty, what was coming. She felt trapped in an invisible cage.

She tried to force a smile, but it felt twisted. Her palms became slick with perspiration. A profound sense of vulnerability washed over her, making her want to hide.