Gemotions

The library was quiet, a haven of hushed whispers and rustling pages. He found a secluded carrel, its walls providing a sense of enclosure and privacy. The accusation weighed on him, sure, but not like an actual burden. He’d dealt with challenges before.

He pulled out his laptop and began to sift through the evidence. He opened the original source material. He started composing his response, clarifying and explaining. He felt the familiar comfort of the familiar act of writing.

He felt the cool metal of the laptop on his hands. He was content to be here, in this moment, working. Time began to melt away as he worked.