Gemotions

The courtroom was stifling, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Emily barely felt the press of the crowd; she was running on empty. Days of cross-examination had left her emotionally drained, even though it was her job. She wanted nothing more than to curl up in a dark room and sleep.

After the trial adjourned for the day, she went to the old abandoned storage room, to gather her things. She’d been using it to hide away. In the corner, behind a stack of unused legal pads, she noticed something unusual: a small, tarnished metal box, partially obscured by dust. She didn't recognize it.

She knelt, her back aching, and slowly reached for the box. A faint, nagging feeling stirred within her. What could this be?