Judge Whitmore studied her, his face softening. “Mrs. Cooper, it takes courage to admit that.”
“Yes, I can,” she snapped. “Because if I don’t, you’ll end up in prison before you’re twenty. Or worse—you’ll end up in a coffin. And I refuse to bury my son because he thought he was above the law.”
Her words echoed like thunder. Even the bailiff shifted uncomfortably.
Karen wiped a tear from her cheek. “Your Honor, I can’t keep saving him. If detention will help, send him. If harsher punishment is needed, do it. But please—don’t let him walk out of here believing he can keep living like this. He needs to know that not even his mother will stand by his lies anymore.”
The Sentence
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