Gemotions

The courtroom felt suffocating, the air thick with tension. Liam fidgeted, his hands clammy. The trial hinged on their testimony. He glanced at Emily, her face an unreadable mask. They'd been teenagers, witnesses to a crime. He remembered the fear, the specific details, the perpetrator's face. Emily’s account was different; a blurred, vague retelling. The prosecutor’s probing questions felt like needles. He swallowed hard, a metallic taste in his mouth. Her words, her certainty, undermined his own fragile hold on the past. The way she looked at him, with a hint of accusation, was nearly his undoing. He felt like he was falling.