Chapter 8 - The Hammer of Justice
The jury deliberated for less than ninety minutes.
When the judge, Honorable Catherine Brooks, re-entered the courtroom, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Marcus was sweating profusely, his fingers digging into the fabric of his orange jumpsuit, while Rachel sobbed quietly against her attorney's shoulder.
"Will the defendants please rise," Judge Brooks ordered.
Marcus and Rachel stood up, their knees trembling under the weight of the moment.
"On the first count of aggravated felony assault, how do you find?"
"Guilty," the jury foreman announced firmly.
"On the second count of attempted grand larceny, how do you find?"
"Guilty."
"On the third count of forgery and elder abuse, how do you find?"
"Guilty on all counts."
A loud murmur swept through the gallery. Rachel collapsed back into her chair, burying her face in her hands, her wails echoing throughout the courtroom. Marcus stood frozen, his jaw dropped, staring at the jury in absolute disbelief.
Judge Brooks adjusted her glasses and adjusted the papers in front of her, her face stern and devoid of pity.
"In my twenty-five years on the bench," Judge Brooks began, looking directly down at the defense table, "I have rarely witnessed such a deplorable display of greed, narcissism, and total absence of human compassion. You did not merely assault a citizen; you systematically abused, exploited, and physically brutalized the woman who gave you life and supported you at every turn."
The judge slammed her gavel onto the wooden block.
"Marcus Miller, for the charges of felony assault, extortion, and forgery, I sentence you to twenty-two years in state prison, without the possibility of parole for the first fifteen years."
Marcus gasped for air, his face turning ghostly white as the bailiffs immediately stepped behind him.
"Rachel Miller, for the charges of grand larceny, elder abuse, and criminal conspiracy, I sentence you to sixteen years in state prison."
"No! No! Mom, please! Tell them to stop!" Rachel screamed, turning toward me as the guards grabbed her arms. "Mom! Save me! I'm your daughter! I'm your little girl!"
I stood up from my seat in the front gallery. I looked at Rachel, then at Marcus as they were being hoisted away in chains toward the side exit.
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"You ceased being my children the moment you chose money over my life," I said quietly, loud enough for only them to hear as they were dragged through the heavy steel doors.
The doors slammed shut behind them, leaving the courtroom in profound, heavy quiet.
