Gemotions

The courtroom felt cold and sterile, a stark contrast to the chaos swirling inside me. The accusation against Jessica felt like a physical blow. I watched her face, searching for any sign of her usual strength.

I recalled my own vulnerability, the moments of doubt and despair. The feeling of being utterly alone in the face of adversity. The thought of it made me want to run away.

I could see the tremor in her hands as she clutched the chair. I understood the sheer terror she must be experiencing.

I wanted to do something, anything, but felt helpless. I just hoped she knew she wasn't alone.