I should have told you earlier. I never wanted to hurt you.” “But you did,” she said, her voice breaking. “Why her?” “I don’t know.
It just happened.” “Just happened?” Sarah asked. No one uttered another word as she raised her voice. “JUST HAPPENED?
JUST HAPPENED!”
Her nerves destroyed and in a sudden rage, Sarah stood up, the chair scraping across the floor. She reached for the bag she had brought with her, pulled out the gun, and pointed it at him. Arnold flinched back in his chair, raising his hands.
Nancy screamed. But Sarah was too far gone. “You ruined my life!
So why should you live?” she demanded and clicked the trigger. But nothing happened. There was no gunshot.
She only had one second to look confused before the door burst open. “FREEZE!” Sarah stared at the officers pointing their own guns at her, and she just… gave up. Her hand went limp, and the loud clash of metal against tile bounced around the room.
They surrounded and handcuffed her quickly, and she didn’t put up a fight. The police had been staking out the brick-walled factories, suspecting illegal activity, and followed her after witnessing the purchase. She was led to the squad car where she watched through the window as Nancy and Arnold reached for Adam, who had been taken out of her vehicle by the cops.
She heard a loud “Mommy!” before the authorities took her away. *** Months later, Sarah stood in court, listening to a judge hand down her sentence. “This court recognizes the emotional turmoil you have experienced.
However, the law is clear, and it must be upheld.”
He gave her the minimum required by the state for attempted first-degree murder – 20 years in prison. She turned in the courtroom to see Arnold and Nancy nodding as if relieved. Adam was in Nancy’s arms.
Sarah closed her eyes as the guards pulled her away. I’ll never see him again…
