Chapter 12 - The Signature In Blue Ink
Mark’s hands shook so violently that he could barely grip the blue ballpoint pen handed to him by the federal marshals.
He looked at Sarah, searching her face for any lingering shred of the warmth, love, or forgiveness she had shown him during their marriage.
There was nothing.
Only the cold, resolute justice of a woman who had survived his cruelty and turned it into his absolute downfall.
Mark lowered his head and signed his name at the bottom of the seventeen-page federal indictment.
“It’s done,” Mark whimpered, dropping the pen onto the metal table as tears dripped onto the paper.
“Take him away,” Sarah ordered the marshals.
The guards unhooked the table chain, hauling Mark to his feet and marching him out of the room in heavy leg shackles.
Sarah remained seated for a moment, listening to the metallic clinking of his chains fade down the concrete hallway until total silence returned.
She stood up, straightened her emerald blouse, and walked out of the interrogation facility into the bright morning sunshine of Foley Square.
Her father was waiting beside a black SUV, holding two cups of fresh hot coffee from a local diner.
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“You handled that like a true Sterling, Sarah,” Arthur said, handing her a warm cup.
“I learned from the best, General,” Sarah smiled, taking a sip as the morning breeze ruffled her blonde hair.
