Chapter 15 - The Grand Courtroom Packed With Reporters From National Networks
The federal courtroom was packed to absolute capacity, every single wooden bench filled with journalists, legal scholars, and spectators.
Judge Thomas Vance presided over the initial arraignment hearing for Richard, Evelyn, and their co-conspirators.
When I walked down the center aisle leaning slightly on Aunt Clara’s arm, a collective hush fell over the entire room.
Richard sat at the defense table in an orange jumpsuit, looking ten years older with hollow cheeks and unkempt gray hair.
He raised his eyes slowly, locking gazes with me for the first time since he dropped that black garbage bag by my hospital bed.
There was no arrogance left in his expression, only a pathetic, desperate plea for forgiveness that came decades too late.
Evelyn sat two tables down, staring straight ahead with a dead, unblinking expression of sheer humiliation.
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I took a seat in the front row of the gallery, resting my hand gently over my healing incision site.
The federal prosecutor stepped up to the podium, opening the master case file to begin the formal reading of charges.
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