Chapter 9 - The Final Judgment
Six months later.
The Federal District Court in Charlotte was packed to absolute capacity. Media crews from across the country filled the gallery, watching the final sentencing hearing for the Prescott conspiracy case.
Arthur Prescott sat at the defense table in a dark orange jumpsuit, handcuffed at the waist. Beside him sat Ethan and Brandon, both wearing matching prison uniforms, their heads shaved, their posture completely broken.
Judge Harris presided over the combined state and federal sentencing.
"In the matter of the State of North Carolina and the United States Government versus Arthur, Brandon, and Ethan Prescott," Judge Harris read, her voice echoing through the silent courtroom. "The court has reviewed the extensive evidence, the financial audits, the video footage, and the victims' impact statements."
She looked down over her glasses at the three men sitting in chains.
"Arthur Prescott: For federal wire fraud, tax evasion, and corporate racketeering, you are hereby sentenced to twenty-two years in federal penitentiary, without the possibility of parole."
Arthur slumped back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Brandon Prescott: For attempted arson, aggravated trespassing, and conspiracy to commit witness intimidation, you are sentenced to fourteen years in state prison."
Brandon closed his eyes, a single tear cutting through the dust on his cheek.
"Ethan Prescott," Judge Harris continued, turning her gaze onto my ex-son-in-law. "For felony domestic battery, unlawful confinement, and criminal intimidation, you are sentenced to twelve years in state prison. Furthermore, a permanent, lifelong protective order is issued, forbidding you from ever coming within five miles of Emily Hart or any children she may have in the future."
BAM!
The gavel struck the block.
"Court is adjourned."
Bailiffs stepped forward, grabbing the chains around the three men's waists, leading them out through the side door. Ethan looked back one final time as he was dragged away.
Emily was sitting beside me in the front row. She didn't look back. She didn't cry. She sat tall, her posture straight, her chin held high, wearing a simple, elegant blue dress.
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She turned to me, a quiet, beautiful smile illuminating her face. "It's finally over, Mom."
"It's over, baby," I said, putting my arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. "You're free."
