I place my hand over Charlie’s that still rests on my leg. If it weren’t for her love for me, her instincts and determination to protect me, I wouldn’t be sitting here today to see Malcom brought to justice. She fought for my life when I couldn’t, and for that, I’ll spend every day for the rest of our lives showing her how thankful I am.
This moment is supposed to be about vengeance for all the things Malcom put us through, for all the things he did to us, but I can’t help being distracted by the people sitting with me. Jack and Nathan have been safe places for my sisters, and they’re the brothers I never had. They stepped in and stepped up when I couldn’t be there. I’ll never be able to thank them enough for what they’ve done for my sisters, for me, and for Charlie.
The sounds of people shuffling catch my attention. The jury is being led out by the bailiff. I missed any other charges read, but judging by the satisfied looks around me, none of them went his way.
I look at Malcom to find him sagging in a chair. He must have passed out or nearly passed out for them to have allowed him to sit while his verdicts were read.