Chapter 15 - The Prison Cell Visit
One week before Victoria's capital murder trial was scheduled to begin, I received an urgent request from her court-appointed defense lawyer.
Victoria had requested a private, fifteen-minute visitation session with me inside the attorney consultation room at the county jail.
My lawyer advised me to ignore the request, but I decided to go—not out of mercy, but to close the final chapter of my past.
I sat across a steel table inside a small, windowless concrete room as the heavy iron door slammed shut behind the guards.
Victoria was led inside, her body frail, her hands shaking violently as she sat down in the steel chair across from me.
She looked at me through hollow, sunken eyes, her voice raspy and barely audible through the quiet room.
"Sarah..." Victoria whimpered, tears spilling down her wrinkled cheeks.
"Please... talk to the prosecutor... tell them to take the death penalty off the table..."
"I am sixty-two years old... I will die in prison anyway..."
I sat back in my chair, looking at her with absolute, unwavering calm.
"You watched my four-year-old daughter cry at her brothers' funeral, Victoria," I said, my voice smooth as ice.
"You hit me, slammed my head against my baby's coffin, and tried to frame me for your own sick crimes."
"You didn't show mercy to two defenseless newborn babies who were your own blood."
"Why on earth would you expect mercy from me?"
Victoria shuddered, pressing her trembling hands against her face as a loud, pitiful sob tore through her chest.
"I was sick, Sarah... the money drove me crazy..." she wept.
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"You weren't sick, Victoria," I corrected softly, standing up from my chair. "You were just evil."
"Enjoy your remaining days in the dark."
