Justice
The trial was a sensation. The courtroom packed.
I walked to the stand, legs trembling but mind clear.
“I raised them with love,” I told the jury, looking at my sons. “I sacrificed everything. I never imagined that love would become the reason for their father’s murder.”
The recordings played. Gasps swept the room.
The verdict: Guilty on all counts. Life in prison.
As the judge read the sentence, a great weight lifted. Justice.
After the trial I donated the blood-stained insurance money to a foundation for victims of family crimes.
A week later a letter arrived from Charles:
Mom, I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I am sorry. The money, the debts… they blinded us. We destroyed the most loving family in the world for $200,000 we didn’t even get to enjoy. Tomorrow, I will end my life in my cell. I can’t live with what we did.
He was found the next day. Henry suffered a breakdown and was moved to the prison psychiatric hospital.
