Chapter 9 - Reckoning
It took the jury less than two hours to reach a verdict.
"On the count of first-degree murder in the death of Diana Sinclair, we find the defendant, Arthur Vance, guilty."
"On the count of attempted murder in the poisoning of Avery Sinclair, we find the defendants, Eleanor Vance and Arthur Vance, guilty."
"On the count of grand larceny, conspiracy, and financial fraud, we find all defendants, including Richard Sterling, guilty."
The judge didn't show an ounce of mercy. Because of the calculated, cold-blooded nature of their crimes spanning over two decades, Eleanor and Arthur were sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. Richard Sterling was stripped of his law license and sentenced to fifteen years in a federal penitentiary.
As the bailiffs led them away in chains, Eleanor suddenly stopped in front of my bench. The guards tried to pull her forward, but she dug her heels in, staring at me with a hollow, haunted expression.
"Avery," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Please... you have everything now. The money, the house, the name. Don't leave us to rot in there. Help us."
I stood up from my seat, looking down at the woman who had terrorized my existence for as long as I could remember. I felt no anger left inside me. I felt no hatred. I only felt a profound, liberating pity.
"You built your own prison twenty-six years ago, Eleanor," I said softly, the silver locket resting securely against my collarbone. "You're just finally stepping inside it. Goodbye."
She let out a broken sob as the guards dragged her through the heavy double doors, disappearing from my life forever.
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Julian walked up beside me, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. "It's over, Avery. You won."
I looked at Aunt Mara, who was crying tears of pure relief, hugging our attorney. For the first time in twenty-six years, the air in my lungs felt completely clean, completely light. The shadows had vanished, and the truth had set us all free.
