Chapter 8 - The Verdict and The Healing
The jury deliberated for less than four hours.
Greg Mercer was found guilty on all twenty-four federal counts, including major fraud against the United States, reckless endangerment, and obstruction of justice. He was subsequently sentenced to twenty-two years in federal prison without eligibility for early parole.
As the court officers led Mercer away in chains, the courtroom slowly cleared out.
Marin stood in the defense well, waiting for the federal marshals to escort her to begin her eighteen-month sentence.
I walked over to the wooden railing separating the gallery from the defense table.
Marin looked up at me. Her hair was cut simple, she wore no makeup, and the arrogance that had defined her for years was entirely gone.
"Maya," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm so sorry. For what I did to those sailors... and for what I did to you at the gala."
I looked at my sister. The anger I had carried for years had burned away, leaving only a deep desire for peace.
"You're taking responsibility, Marin," I said softly. "That's the first real thing you've ever done. Serve your time, learn from this, and come out better."
She nodded through her tears. "Dad told me he's selling the big house in Virginia Beach. He's moving closer to the facility so he can visit every weekend."
"I know," I smiled faintly. "He told me."
"Will you... will you visit me?" she asked tentatively.
I reached across the wooden rail and took her trembling hand in mine. "Yes, Marin. I'll visit."
Our father walked up beside us, placing a supportive hand on Marin's shoulder. He looked at me, his eyes filled with a quiet, profound gratitude.
"Thank you, Maya," he whispered.
May you like
"Take care of her, Dad," I said, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before stepping back.
I turned and walked down the center aisle of the courtroom toward the exit, feeling a massive weight lift from my shoulders. The past was finally settled.
