Gemotions

Ms. Abernathy tapped her pen against the surface of her desk, the rhythm a frantic counterpoint to the quiet hum of the empty classroom. Her stomach churned. The unexpected delivery – a beautifully wrapped package, delivered by a messenger service – sat mockingly on her desk. She’d recognized the handwriting on the tag immediately: David Miller, a student who'd barely passed her class five years ago. What could it be? The uncertainty gnawed at her. She picked it up, her fingers fumbling slightly with the ribbon, and sat back, her breath catching in her throat.