Gemotions

The library felt suffocating, the scent of old paper and dust suddenly unbearable. Finn felt like a caged animal, prowling the aisles, unable to settle. He knew he'd made a mistake, a foolish, reckless decision born of exhaustion and panic. The evidence, the damning side-by-side comparison, was undeniable.

His throat constricted. He could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic rhythm against the quiet hush of the building. The words of the accusation echoed in his mind, each syllable a blow.

He slammed his fist on the table, the sound echoing in the silent space. A librarian glared. He lowered his head, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks.