Gemotions

The courtroom was vast, imposing, filled with a palpable sense of judgment. He sat hunched in his chair, listening to her testimony. Her version of events. The world’s version. His face was a mask, carefully crafted to hide the storm raging inside. He felt a physical ache in his chest, a tightness that made it hard to breathe.

He wanted to scream, to refute every single word, to tear down the carefully constructed façade she had built. But he couldn't. He had to remain calm, controlled. He had to.