Chapter 10
"She realizes she has nowhere left to run," David confirmed over the line. "Sentencing is scheduled for next month, and you have the statutory right to read your victim impact statement in federal court."
"I'll be there," Marcus stated firmly, his voice steady and resolute. "Not out of anger, but so she understands that light always outlasts the dark."
"Understood, Mr. Vance. I'll forward the formal docket schedule to your encrypted email," David said before disconnecting the call. Marcus slid his phone back into his pocket, his expression completely unburdened.
Clara looked up at him, her eyes searching his face for any lingering shadow of pain. "Was that about the trial?"
"She pled guilty," Marcus answered quietly. "It's finally over, Clara. The courts finished what we started in that dining room."
"Then let's celebrate our first official dinner in the new house," Clara smiled brightly, taking his hand. "No fine dining rooms, just simple food cooked with love."
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Later that evening, the dining table was filled with laughter, steaming dishes of home-cooked food, and the bright, infectious giggles of a ten-year-old boy who was finally safe. Marcus sat at the head of the table, looking around at his restored family with a heart overflowing with gratitude.
Outside, the stars shone brilliantly over the Chesapeake Bay, illuminating a world where justice and truth had finally prevailed against all odds. The American dream hadn't failed them; it had simply taken a decade of courage to reclaim.
