Alejandro
The courtroom was quiet except for the judge’s voice, delivering the final sentencing.
Life in prison. No parole.
The words should have meant something more, should have carried weight, but to me, they were just a formality. Maya’s father had been dead to me long before this trial, long before the evidence was stacked against him, long before he was forced to sit there and listen as every monstrous act was laid bare for the world to judge. His crimes, his brutality, his betrayal- this was only the inevitable conclusion. But justice wasn’t what brought Maya closure.
It was the certainty that she would never have to fear him again. That Anthony would never have to flinch at the sound of his name. That their mother’s memory could finally be mourned in peace, free from the taint
