“He knew something wasn’t right, and he refused to let it go. I’m here to finish what he started.”
As the trial neared its end, the Johnson family contacted the D.A.’s office, hoping for a settlement. The prosecutors consulted Brooke, but she refused any monetary offer.
“Money was always how the Johnsons solved things,” she thought.
“Not anymore!”
The case continued, and on the last day, Mr. Johnson stood and looked at Brooke. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
“I know it doesn’t change anything, but I truly am sorry.”
Brooke simply nodded.
The case concluded, and the jury took a couple of days to deliberate. The courtroom was hushed as they filed in.
“How do you find the defendant?” the judge asked.
“Guilty, Your Honor,” the jury foreman replied.
A collective gasp rippled through the room. Brooke closed her eyes and felt a wave of relief wash over her.
We did it, Granddad!
The aftermath of the trial brought sweeping changes to the town. Several corrupt officers were fired, and new policies were implemented to ensure greater accountability.
The case and her story were the talk of the town for a long time, but Brooke didn’t care about the attention. Justice had been served, and Mr.
Johnson would spend several years in jail.
Now, it was time to look to the future, and perhaps… help others find justice too.
