Gemotions

The courtroom buzzed with a low murmur, but within the confines of his space, Daniel felt a calm focus. He had just finished his closing argument, his voice clear and resonant. He knew he'd done his best. The case was his, and he believed the outcome was assured. He was in command.

He looked over towards the gallery, ready for Judge Lawson to show up. He had taught him everything.

A clerk approached, his expression sympathetic. He presented a letter, and Daniel took it, feeling a sudden chill. *Daniel, it is time for me to retire. Your path is clear. – Lawson.* The air in the courtroom seemed to thicken. The familiar authority he had always felt wavered. The case, which had been his purpose, now felt like a task.