"Not Guilty."
It echoed inside the court room and collectively a segment of the audience sighed. She was free to live out the rest of her life.
Mrs. Weedgrass clutched her purse, running her fingers over the leather binding, feeling for the Bible she kept inside. Surely this was her redemption. She could retire now without guilt.
She watched as the now elderly, vindicated Mrs. Weedgrass slowly walked away from the court and into the lobby. Her sunglasses warm and likely leaving a mark on her disguised face. She would find no solace, no comfort here.
She walked outside into the sun. Checked both sides of the street, and moved forward.
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