Gemotions

The courtroom was vast, intimidating. The accusations, the lawyers’ sharp questions, the constant flash of cameras – it was all too much. They were discussing the alleged intellectual property of *The Sunbeam Sandwich*, the recipe her father had created. The recipe that had been attributed to someone else.

Clara felt a burning sensation in her throat. She found herself struggling to swallow. Her hands trembled. She wanted to run, to scream, to vanish. The weight of the legal battle pressed down on her, suffocating her. She felt like she couldn't move.

She focused on her breathing, trying to regain control. It was not enough.