Chapter 9 - Justice Delivered

The jury deliberated for less than ninety minutes.
When the court reconvened at 3:00 PM on Friday afternoon, the courtroom was packed to the doors. The silence inside was so absolute you could hear the rain tapping against the high glass windows.
“Will the defendants please stand and face the jury?” Judge Sterling ordered.
Linda and Ashley stood up. My mother’s hands were shaking violently. Ashley was weeping quietly into her hands.
The jury foreman—a middle-aged veteran with a stern face—stood up holding the verdict forms.
“In the matter of The State of Ohio v. Linda Miller, on Count One, Attempted First-Degree Murder, how do you find?”
“Guilty,” the foreman announced clearly.
“On Count Two, Felony Child Endangerment?”
“Guilty.”
“On Count Three, Poisoning with Intent to Maim or Kill?”
“Guilty.”
“On Count Four, Conspiracy to Commit Grand Larceny?”
“Guilty.”
The same guilty verdicts were read for my sister, Ashley Miller, on all counts.
My mother collapsed back into her chair, covering her face as a loud murmur washed over the gallery. Ashley dropped her head onto the defense table, sobbing hysterically.
Judge Sterling slammed his gavel down and looked down at the two women with cold, uncompromising authority.
“Linda Miller, for your unthinkable cruelty against your own family, you are hereby sentenced to thirty-five years in the Ohio Department of Rehabilitation and Correction, without the possibility of parole for twenty-five years.”
He then turned to Ashley.
“Ashley Miller, for your active participation in this wicked scheme, you are sentenced to twenty-two years in state prison.”
Marcus Kane, for his cooperation with law enforcement, received twelve years in a medium-security federal facility.
As the bailiffs led my mother and sister out of the courtroom in heavy chains, my mother turned her head to look at me one last time. Tears were streaming down her wrinkled face, her mouth opening as if to speak, to beg, to apologize.
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I didn't say a word.
I simply turned my back on her, reached out, and took my wife’s hand.