Gemotions

A coldness settled in his bones as he walked towards the classroom. Mrs. Peterson. The name etched itself into his memory. The way she had singled him out, the constant comments about his lack of focus. Now, little Lily. He watched as his daughter excitedly showed him her artwork, a vibrant rainbow, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. He considered the possibilities. He would be involved, oh, yes. He'd make sure Lily excelled, made sure Mrs. Peterson saw how truly brilliant his daughter was. He began formulating a plan in his head, a meticulous, elaborate plan.