Henry Takes The Stand
Henry approached the stand with hesitant steps, a bead of sweat slipping beneath his collar. His trembling hands clutched the rail as he eased into the witness chair, every movement betraying his unease. “Do you swear to tell the truth?” the judge asked, his voice resonating through the otherwise silent courtroom. Henry gave a faint nod, the slight motion barely masking the tremor in his response. It felt as though the weight of the world had settled squarely on his shoulders.
Henry Takes The Stand
Facing The Truth
“I do,” Henry said, his voice trembling like leaves caught in a storm. His grip on the rail tightened, knuckles blanching under the strain. I fixed my gaze on him, silently daring him to confess. The courtroom sat in hushed tension, every eye fixed on him, poised as if awaiting the moment when the truth would finally pierce through the lingering shadows.
Facing The Truth
