Gemotions

The phone vibrated in his hand, a dull buzz. He hesitated, then answered. “Mr. Evans, I'm calling from…” He cut the caller off, his voice brittle. It was the school.

The principal's voice droned on, a recitation of his son’s supposed misbehavior. He felt a rising tide of anger, but beneath that, a profound sense of humiliation.

He hung up, the words echoing in his head. The weight of it all, the expectations, the failings – it felt like a crushing burden. He had to be at the school soon. He had to face *her*.