The prosecutor, moved by the moment, suggested a year at Franklin Juvenile Rehabilitation Center, a place known for structure, counseling, and job training. The defense attorney, realizing the tide had turned, reluctantly agreed.
The gavel struck. The sound was sharp, final.
Ryan slumped in his seat. The cocky boy who had walked into the courtroom now looked like a child stripped of his armor.
A Mother’s Love, Redefined
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