Chapter 13 - The Trial Begins
Six months later, Mia was healthy enough to stay at home with a trusted nanny.
I walked into the federal courthouse wearing a sharp, tailored suit.
I sat in the front row as my parents were led into the courtroom in orange jumpsuits.
They looked aged, hollowed out, and utterly defeated.
My mother tried to cry when she saw the jury, dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
But her fake tears didn't work on anyone.
The prosecutor opened the case by showing the photos of my battered, pregnant body.
A collective gasp echoed through the courtroom.
My father couldn't even look up at the screen.
The prosecutor systematically laid out the timeline of their greed and violence.
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It was a masterclass in dismantling a web of lies.
I watched my abusers squirm under the fluorescent lights of justice.
