Henry’s Tired Expression
Henry sank into the chair, appearing far older than his thirty years. His shoulders drooped, his eyes heavy with exhaustion, and a quiet weariness seemed to envelop him. From across the room, I observed him silently, noting every subtle movement. Today, his well-worn apron seemed to weigh him down even more, as if it too shared the weight of his burdens. The chair beneath him appeared to strain under the invisible load he carried. The courtroom felt alive, its every rustle and whispered word coiling tightly around the tension of the unfolding drama.
Henry’s Tired Expression
Lucas’s Uncertain Glance
Lucas adjusted his tie—a nervous habit he couldn’t seem to break—as his gaze flicked nervously toward the judge. Beads of sweat gathered at his temples, betraying his unease. “We’ll see what kind of man Henry truly is,” he murmured under his breath, though it carried the weight of a confession. The tension clung to him like a suit two sizes too small, and the worry carved deep lines into his otherwise youthful features.
Lucas’s Uncertain Glance
