Chapter 9 - The Arraignment
The Davidson County Criminal Courtroom was packed.
Teresa sat at the defense table next to Arthur Vance, wearing a standard orange jumpsuit instead of her expensive new party dress. Her hair was unstyled, her face pale, stripped of the imperious arrogance she had worn like armor for decades.
When she walked into the courtroom, her eyes searched the gallery until they landed on me. She expected me to look away. She expected guilt, hesitation, or regret.
Instead, I looked straight back at her, my expression completely neutral, immovable as a concrete pillar.
The judge read the formal charges: Grand Larceny in the First Degree, Identity Theft, Forgery of Real Estate Instruments, and Financial Exploitation of Dependents.
Arthur Vance stood up and immediately began his defense speech, arguing for bail reduction, claiming my mother was a pillar of the community who posed no flight risk.
The prosecutor countered swiftly, presenting the newly discovered second mortgage documents, the forensic audit of the fifty thousand dollar wire transfer, and the physical sticky notes recovered from Mason’s office proving premeditated conspiracy.
Judge Henderson looked down from her elevated bench, her expression grim.
"Given the severity of the financial fraud, the premeditated nature of the property theft involving an infant's primary residence, and clear evidence of witness intimidation and coercion, bail is denied," Judge Henderson ruled, slamming her gavel down with a sharp, final crack. "The defendant will be held at the Davidson County Detention Facility pending trial."
Teresa gasped, turning wildly toward her attorney as the bailiffs stepped forward to place her hands back in cuffs. She looked back at me one last time, her lips trembling, whispering something I couldn't hear over the rustle of the courtroom.
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I didn't move. I didn't flinch.
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