Chapter 8 - THE RECKONING
(1500 words)
The visitation room at Rikers Island was stark, gray, and smelled of industrial floor cleaner. A thick pane of bulletproof glass separated the two sides of the small booth.
I sat on the cold steel stool, waiting.
A moment later, the heavy metal door on the inmate side opened. Juliette was led in by two corrections officers. She looked gaunt, her skin sallow under the harsh fluorescent lights, her orange jumpsuit swimming on her diminished frame.
She sat down heavily across from me, picking up the black plastic telephone receiver.
I picked up mine.
“Came to gloat?” Juliette asked, her voice raspy through the small speaker. She tried to maintain her old arrogant sneer, but her eyes were bloodshot and terrified.
“No,” I said calmly. “I came to give you a choice.”
Juliette let out a bitter, mocking laugh. “A choice? I’m facing twenty-five years in maximum security, Caroline. Richard Vance’s lawyers are dumping all the blame on me. What choice do I have?”
“The grand jury offered you a plea bargain this morning,” I told her. “If you testify fully against Richard Vance regarding the arson setup and the corporate embezzlement, the state will reduce your charge from attempted murder to conspiracy.”
Juliette stared at me, stunned. “Why would you do that? You hate me.”
“I don't hate you, Juliette,” I said softly, looking through the thick glass at the girl I had grown up with, the sister who used to share secrets with me under blanket forts in the summer. “I pity you. You burned down your entire life because you were terrified of being second best.”
Juliette’s hands trembled against the steel counter. Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over her pale cheeks, leaving tracks through the dirt on her face.
“I was so angry, Caroline,” she whispered, her voice finally breaking, losing all its venom. “Mom left everything to you. Dad looked at you like you were royalty, and looked at me like I was an errand girl. Every time I looked at you, I felt invisible.”
“You weren't invisible,” I said, feeling a quiet ache in my chest. “You were my sister. If you had just asked me for help with your debts four years ago, I would have given you every dime I had.”
Juliette covered her face with her cuffed hands, sobbing uncontrollably into the speaker. “I’m sorry… My God, Caroline, I’m so sorry. The night of the fire… when I turned that lock… I hated myself the second I did it. But I was so scared of going to prison…”
“Apologies can't erase the scars, Juliette,” I said, touching the scar tissue along my jaw. “And they won't open this door. Take the plea. Serve your time. And when you get out in fifteen years… rebuild yourself into someone who doesn't need to destroy others to survive.”
I stood up, hanging the receiver back on its cradle.
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Juliette looked up through her tears, pressing her trembling palm against the glass. I hesitated for a second, then placed my hand against hers on the opposite side of the barrier.
Then I turned and walked out of the prison, leaving the shadows behind me forever.
