Gemotions

The late evening cast a deep shadow in the living room as James sat on the couch, the television flickering silently in front of him. His eyes burned from hours in front of the computer screen. His daughter, Sophia, burst into the room, overflowing with news. "Dad! Mr. Miller is my music teacher!" James felt a chill crawl down his spine.

Mr. Miller. The man who had mercilessly critiqued his off-key singing. The memories of the awkward choir practices and public performances were overwhelming. James winced, his face becoming tense.

He swallowed hard. "Okay, honey." His voice was barely a whisper. The idea of attending a school concert, of reliving those moments of stage fright through Sophia, was too much.