Gemotions

The courtroom felt stuffy, the air thick with tension. It had been a decade since the trial, since the accusations that had destroyed Daniel's reputation. Now, here was the apology from the prosecuting attorney, admitting to deliberately withholding evidence. Daniel, in his perfectly tailored suit, felt a strange lightness as he stood before the judge. He ran a hand through his perfectly-styled hair. He felt buoyant. The world seemed to have gained a new sheen, and the colours vibrated with an uncommon intensity. He took a deep breath. He’d won.