Part 5: Justice Served
Mark screamed as they pulled him out of the wheelchair.
“My leg! You’re hurting my leg!”
“You’ll get used to it,” the bailiff muttered, hauling him up.
I watched him go. The arrogance was gone. The money couldn’t save him. The expensive suit couldn’t protect him. He was just a small, scared man facing the consequences of his own cruelty.
I stood up. My knees popped. I felt every year of my age, but I felt lighter than I had in decades.
Lily was waiting in the back of the courtroom. She was wearing sunglasses to hide the bruising, but she was smiling.
She ran to me, burying her face in my chest.
“It’s over, Dad,” she sobbed.
“It’s over,” I said, holding her tight.
Judge Halloway stepped down from the bench. He walked over to us, his black robes rustling.
