Gemotions

The courtroom was stifling, the tension palpable. Liam clutched the document in his hands, his knuckles white. Across the room, his competitor, Sarah, gestured confidently, presenting her case. It was his case.

He felt a tightness in his throat, making it difficult to breathe. The air felt thin, sharp. Every word Sarah spoke was a stab, each point a theft.

The judge, oblivious, nodded, seemingly impressed. Liam's head throbbed. He struggled to maintain his composure, to find the words to fight back, but his mind had gone blank.