Gemotions

The courtroom buzzed with a low murmur, but for Emily, it was a deafening silence. She sat rigidly in the waiting area, hands clasped tightly in her lap, her knuckles white. The air felt thick, heavy with anticipation. The accusation, the legal battle, had been exhausting.

She stared at the door, her heart hammering against her ribs. She couldn't help but go over the same things. The facts, the evidence, the accusations. She swallowed hard, trying to quell the rising tide of panic.

The door opened. She stood. Every muscle in her body went rigid. She could feel every sensation, but they all felt wrong. She followed her attorney, the weight of the moment pressing down.