The prompt word over at OneWord is "spotlight."
He felt like he was under a spotlight, the brightness making pinpoints of his irises, raising beads of sweat across his forehead, down the middle of his his back. The questioners were back there, watching, waiting for the tiniest slip. He felt like he would crack, but wouldn’t show it.
This was, after all, his first Thanksgiving with her. And she’d warned him about the harshness of the cross-examination from the family.
His payback, he knew, lay in her childhood princess bed later that evening.