Gemotions

The car keys felt heavy in Thomas’s hand. He was supposed to be dropping off his son, Noah, at Mr. Peterson’s class, the very same Mr. Peterson that had always seemed to be disappointed with him. The realization felt like a punch to the gut.

He saw the faces of the friends he had as a child, the ones he was sure he would spend his life with. He lived in the same place as them, and he was alone. The road ahead felt like a never-ending loop.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. He wanted to shield Noah from the same feelings of inadequacy he'd always carried. But how could he, when he was still struggling with them himself?