Gemotions

She slammed the coffee mug onto the counter, the ceramic rattling. The note from the school, a crisp white rectangle, sat mocking her. Mr. Henderson. The name ignited a simmering heat in her chest. He'd been the bane of her existence in eighth grade, a man whose every word felt like a personal attack. Now, he'd be teaching Leo. She imagined Leo, her sweet, sensitive Leo, subjected to the same cutting remarks, the same belittling assignments. Her jaw tightened as she dialed the school, her voice dripping with an unwarranted sweetness.