The Agonizing Struggle
Gripping the armrests, Alexander braced himself.
Veins stood out on his neck; his face went pale with effort.
Slowly, painfully, he pushed upward, arms shaking, legs refusing to obey.
Gasps rippled through the room as every inch of movement felt like agony.
He managed to lift himself a few inches before collapsing back into the chair.
The dull thud echoed through the courtroom, louder than any gavel could strike.
In that instant, silence filled the air.
The moment wasn’t about law anymore—it was about human decency staring itself in the face.
