Gemotions

The courtroom was quiet, hushed. Alex, waiting for his case to be called, felt a tap on his shoulder. A small, sealed envelope. He knew the handwriting. He excused himself, retreating to the empty hallway. The letter felt heavy in his hand.

He tore it open, his hands shaking slightly. The words jumped out at him, a stark contrast to the sterile environment of the courthouse. The weight of the moment pressed down on him. He felt as if the air had been sucked from his lungs. He wanted to react, to scream, to run. But he stood there, motionless, the letter clutched in his hand, a statue in the sterile light.