Chapter 6 - The Trial of Victoria SullivanTwo months later, the vaulted courtroom of the Federal District Court in Manhattan was packed to absolute capacity.
The trial of United States v. Victoria Sullivan had dominated national headlines for weeks.
Victoria sat at the defense table wearing a plain beige prison jumpsuit, her diamond jewelry gone, her manicured hair silver and unstyled. Her arrogant, aristocratic demeanor had been completely shattered by sixty days of federal detention.
She had been convicted of Felony Wire Fraud, Medical Record Tampering, Conspiracy, and Extortion.
I sat in the front row of the gallery beside Gabriel, Noah, Julian, and Mateo.
The three boys wore matching navy blazers, quietly playing a handheld chess game on a tablet while Chief Judge Margaret Vance reviewed the final sentencing documents.
“Victoria Sullivan,” Judge Vance announced, her baritone echoing off the oak-paneled walls. “For your systematic abuse of corporate power, medical fraud, and malicious interference in familial custody, this court sentences you to twelve years in a federal maximum-security penitentiary without the possibility of early parole.”
BANG.
The heavy wooden gavel struck the block.
Victoria wept hysterical, pathetic tears as federal marshals grabbed her arms, hoisting her to her feet and dragging her toward the dark holding cells below. She looked back once, her eyes locking onto Gabriel with desperate pleading.
Gabriel didn't blink. He didn't move an inch. He simply stared at her with the cold, dead eyes of a stranger.
“It’s over, Mom,” Gabriel murmured softly to the empty air as the heavy steel doors slammed shut.
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He turned his head, looking down at our three boys, and then his gaze met mine.
The dark shadows that had haunted his eyes for five years were finally gone, replaced by a deep, unwavering peace.
