Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread usually soothed her, but not today. Margaret stared at the flyer, the name *Mr. Finch* staring back at her. Her heart raced, making her feel trapped. She had been avoiding this moment. Her daughter had started school, and now, he was her teacher.

Margaret felt her breath become shallow. She took a quick sip of her tea, the liquid doing little to calm the tremor in her hands. The room suddenly seemed stifling, the walls closing in. She moved to the window, opening it wide to let in the cool morning breeze. The world outside seemed distant, hazy.