Chapter 7 - The Verdict and Judgment
The jury deliberated for less than two hours—a shockingly brief time for a high-profile felony trial.
When the bailiff announced that a verdict had been reached, the courtroom was packed to standing room only. The atmosphere was charged with intense anticipation. I sat beside Ethan, holding my breath, my hands clamped together in my lap.
Robert and Patricia stood at the defense table, flanked by their attorneys. Robert tried to maintain his stern, defiant posture, but his trembling hands betrayed his terror. Patricia looked pale as chalk, clinging to her lawyer’s arm.
Judge Abernathy looked down at the jury foreman. "Has the jury reached a verdict?"
"We have, Your Honor," the foreman, a stern-faced middle-aged man, answered firmly.
"Please hand the verdict forms to the clerk," the judge instructed.
The clerk took the papers, handed them to Judge Abernathy, who reviewed them without expression before handing them back.
"Will the defendants please stand," Judge Abernathy ordered.
Robert and Patricia stood up.
"On Count One, Aggravated Child Abuse resulting in great bodily harm, how do you find the defendant, Robert Vance?"
"Guilty," the foreman announced clearly.
A collective breath was drawn across the gallery.
"On Count Two, Aggravated Assault, how do you find the defendant, Robert Vance?"
"Guilty."
"On Count Three, Tampering with Physical Evidence, how do you find the defendant, Robert Vance?"
"Guilty."
"On Count One, Aggravated Child Abuse, how do you find the defendant, Patricia Vance?"
"Guilty."
"On Count Two, Accessory to Aggravated Assault, how do you find the defendant, Patricia Vance?"
"Guilty."
Patricia gasped loudly and collapsed back into her chair, sobbing hysterically into her hands. Robert stood frozen, his eyes wide with disbelief as the realization swept over him: his wealth, his influence, and his family name had failed to save him.
"The jury is excused with the gratitude of the court," Judge Abernathy stated. He then looked down at the convicted defendants with cold, unyielding eyes. "Because of the horrific nature of these crimes and the utter lack of remorse demonstrated by the defendants, I am proceeding directly to sentencing."
Phelps leaped to his feet. "Your Honor! We request a pre-sentence investigation and a deferral for appeal!"
"Denied, Mr. Phelps," Judge Abernathy snapped. "The facts of this case are crystal clear, and the brutality inflicted upon a defenceless, sleeping six-year-old child demands immediate justice."
The judge cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses, reading from his notes.
"Robert Vance, for the crime of Aggravated Child Abuse, you are sentenced to twenty-five years in state penitentiary without the possibility of parole. For the crime of Aggravated Assault, you are sentenced to an additional ten years, to run consecutively. Total sentence: thirty-five years."
Robert staggered back, grabbing the edge of the table as sheriff's deputies immediately stepped forward to place handcuffs on his wrists.
"Patricia Vance," Judge Abernathy continued, his voice sharp as a razor. "For your role in this unimaginable cruelty, you are sentenced to fifteen years in state penitentiary. May God have mercy on your souls, because this court has none."
The gavel struck the wooden block with a loud, final THUD.
"Court is adjourned."
The courtroom exploded into commotion. Reporters rushed out the doors to broadcast the breaking news, while spectators cheered quietly at the sentence.
I watched as my parents were snapped into heavy iron handcuffs and waist chains. As the deputies led them toward the side door that led to the holding cells, Robert turned his head and looked at me one last time. His eyes were devoid of anger now—there was only a deep, terrifying emptiness, the realization that he would spend the rest of his natural life behind bars in a cold stone cell.
I didn't smile. I didn't gloat. I simply met his gaze with absolute clarity, letting him see that he no longer had any power over me or my child.
Ethan turned to me, a warm, genuine smile lighting up his face. "It's over, Clara. They are never coming back."
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I wiped a single tear from my cheek, feeling a deep, quiet peace settle over my heart for the first time in years. "Thank you, Ethan. Thank you for fighting for us."
"Always," Ethan said softly. "Now go home to your daughter."
