Gemotions

The courtroom was vast, intimidating. "The Case of Evelyn Reed" sat on the desk in front of her. Evelyn sat with her back ramrod straight, her jaw clenched. She had been summoned to this place, accused of… something. The book, detailing her life, felt like an accusation. She knew the author. Or did she?

Her vision blurred. Her heart rate accelerated. The gallery seemed to be buzzing with whispers. The judge’s voice was a droning monotone, and Evelyn struggled to focus on what was being said. Sweat beaded on her forehead. The weight of the world seemed to rest upon her shoulders. She wanted nothing more than to run from the courtroom.