Chapter 10 – The Trial Begins
Chapter 10 – The Trial Begins
The courthouse steps were already overflowing before sunrise.
Satellite news vans lined both sides of the street.
Reporters rehearsed their opening lines into cameras while photographers fought for the best position behind the barricades.
The case had become more than a criminal investigation.
It had become the country's most talked-about scandal.
The Carter family, once admired as the model of wealth, charity, and influence, now stood accused of hiding a conspiracy that stretched back more than a decade.
One question dominated every headline:
How many lives had Margaret Carter destroyed to protect her perfect image?
Inside a black SUV parked across the street, Ethan stared through the tinted window.
He barely recognized the courthouse.
He had stood there countless times before, attending charity galas and legal ceremonies with his mother.
Back then, judges greeted Margaret with respect.
Lawyers shook her hand.
Politicians posed beside her for photographs.
Today...
The same building waited to judge her.
Ava quietly reached for his hand.
"You don't have to go inside if you're not ready."
He looked at her.
"I have to."
"For years, I let everyone believe you were the problem."
"I won't let you stand there alone again."
Ava squeezed his fingers gently.
"You never left me."
"I just couldn't reach you."
Detective Sarah Collins climbed the courthouse steps carrying three thick evidence boxes.
Behind her walked Officer Daniel Ruiz and Assistant District Attorney Rebecca Lawson.
Each box contained months of work.
Medical reports.
Financial records.
Recovered recordings.
The hidden notebook labeled Project Ava.
The forged legal documents.
Traffic camera footage.
And the most recent addition—
The audio recordings provided by Isabelle Morgan.
Rebecca stopped before entering the courthouse.
"Once this begins..."
"...there's no turning back."
Sarah nodded.
"There never was."
Across town...
Margaret Carter adjusted the collar of her ivory suit inside a private conference room.
Her appearance remained impeccable.
Not a wrinkle.
Not a strand of hair out of place.
Her attorney, Gregory Hale, studied her carefully.
"You still have one advantage."
Margaret looked at him.
"My reputation?"
"No."
"Reasonable doubt."
He placed several folders on the table.
"The prosecution has powerful evidence."
"But evidence isn't the same as certainty."
Margaret smiled faintly.
"You're finally speaking like the lawyer I hired."
Gregory hesitated.
"They've also found Isabelle Morgan."
The smile faded.
"I know."
"And she's willing to testify."
Margaret looked toward the window.
"Then she'll lie."
The courtroom filled quickly.
Journalists occupied nearly every public seat.
Business leaders watched from the back.
Former Carter Industries executives whispered among themselves.
Even employees from Margaret's charitable foundation had come.
Some supported her.
Others wanted answers.
At precisely nine o'clock, the bailiff announced,
"All rise."
Judge Helen Morrison entered.
The courtroom stood.
She surveyed the room before taking her seat.
"This court will hear the case of the State versus Margaret Elizabeth Carter."
The silence that followed felt almost sacred.
Margaret entered through the side door.
She walked slowly.
Gracefully.
As though attending another charity banquet instead of a criminal trial.
Her expression remained calm.
Only Ethan noticed the tiny tremor in her left hand.
She saw him.
For a brief second, their eyes met.
Neither smiled.
Neither looked away.
The distance between mother and son had never felt greater.
Judge Morrison reviewed the charges.
"Conspiracy to commit fraud."
"Coercion."
"Witness intimidation."
"Forgery."
"Attempted murder."
The final charge echoed through the courtroom.
Margaret remained perfectly still.
"How do you plead?"
Gregory Hale stood.
"Not guilty on all counts."
The prosecution began immediately.
Rebecca Lawson approached the jury.
She didn't start with medical records.
Or financial documents.
She started with a photograph.
It showed Ava in her wheelchair shortly after the accident.
Thin.
Pale.
Confused.
"This woman," Rebecca began quietly, "spent nearly two years believing she was losing her mind."
She held up a second photograph.
Ava, smiling beside Ethan on their wedding day.
Healthy.
Confident.
Full of life.
"They are the same person."
"The difference wasn't illness."
"It was manipulation."
The jury watched in silence.
Rebecca continued.
"The prosecution will show that the defendant carefully isolated her daughter-in-law."
"She controlled her medication."
"Forged legal documents."
"And when that failed..."
"...she arranged what was supposed to appear as a tragic accident."
Every word landed like a hammer.
Gregory Hale rose for the defense.
"Ladies and gentlemen..."
"My client is not on trial for being a strict mother."
"Or a successful businesswoman."
"She is on trial because grief has convinced others to invent monsters."
He walked slowly before the jury.
"Margaret Carter devoted her life to family."
"To charity."
"To this city."
"The prosecution will ask you to believe she suddenly became capable of murder."
He paused.
"Ask yourselves whether that story truly makes sense."
Sarah Collins watched Margaret closely.
Not once during either opening statement had Margaret shown surprise.
Or anger.
Or fear.
She simply listened.
As if the outcome had already been decided in her mind.
The prosecution called its first witness.
Dr. Andrew Brooks.
He explained Ava's medical condition.
"The sedatives found in Mrs. Carter's bloodstream were inconsistent with her diagnosis."
Rebecca asked,
"What effect would prolonged use have?"
Dr. Brooks answered,
"Memory impairment."
"Confusion."
"Difficulty making informed decisions."
"Emotional dependency."
Rebecca nodded.
"In simple terms?"
"It would make a healthy person appear mentally unstable."
Gregory approached for cross-examination.
"Doctor..."
"Can stress alone produce similar symptoms?"
"Some."
"So Mrs. Carter's condition wasn't impossible without medication?"
"No."
"But highly unlikely."
Gregory smiled.
"Unlikely isn't impossible."
"No."
"But science deals in probabilities."
"And these probabilities strongly support deliberate poisoning."
The next witness was Lena.
She walked to the stand with visible nervousness.
Rebecca spoke gently.
"Please tell the jury about your employment."
Lena described the mansion.
Her father.
Margaret's threats.
The hidden medicine.
The library.
The night before the accident.
Her voice trembled only once—
When she repeated Margaret's words.
"Your father is alive because you understand the value of silence."
Several jurors exchanged uneasy glances.
Gregory stood.
"Miss Morales..."
"You remained employed by Mrs. Carter for years."
"Yes."
"You accepted her financial help."
"Yes."
"You never contacted police."
"No."
"So today..."
He leaned slightly closer.
"...the jury is expected to trust someone who admits remaining silent?"
Lena looked directly at him.
"No."
"They're supposed to trust someone who finally stopped being afraid."
The courtroom fell silent.
Even Gregory hesitated before returning to his seat.
Outside...
Television anchors interrupted regular programming.
Every testimony spread across social media within minutes.
Public opinion shifted rapidly.
For the first time...
Articles appeared questioning decades of Margaret's charitable work.
Late that afternoon, the prosecution called Detective Sarah Collins.
She carefully explained the investigation from the beginning.
The hidden recordings.
The forged signatures.
The brake line.
The notebook.
Finally...
Rebecca displayed the recovered page from Project Ava.
The jury read the handwritten sentence projected onto the courtroom screen.
If the medication fails, proceed with the accident.
Gasps echoed through the gallery.
Gregory immediately stood.
"Objection."
"Foundation."
Judge Morrison looked toward the prosecution.
Rebecca nodded.
"We will establish authorship through forensic handwriting experts."
"Objection overruled."
Margaret's expression remained unchanged.
But beneath the defense table...
Her fingers slowly curled into a fist.
Court adjourned shortly before five o'clock.
Reporters rushed outside.
Witnesses disappeared through secure exits.
The jury received strict instructions to avoid media coverage.
Sarah finally allowed herself a long breath.
"We had a good first day."
Rebecca nodded.
"But tomorrow is harder."
"Easier," Sarah corrected.
Rebecca looked confused.
Sarah smiled faintly.
"Tomorrow..."
"We call Isabelle Morgan."
Across town...
Margaret returned to her penthouse under police supervision.
She poured herself another glass of wine.
The room felt unusually quiet.
She walked toward the grand piano her late husband once played.
Her fingers rested on the keys.
Instead of music...
She heard memories.
Richard's voice.
"Stop trying to control everyone."
Isabelle's voice.
"The truth always survives."
Ava's voice.
"I trusted you."
Margaret closed the piano lid sharply.
For the first time since the trial began...
She looked afraid.
Then her private phone rang.
Only three people knew that number.
Her attorney.
Her accountant.
And Victor Salazar.
Margaret answered slowly.
A frightened male voice whispered from the other end of the line.
"They found me..."
The line suddenly filled with shouting.
Then a loud crash.
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And the call went dead.
End of Chapter 10
