Secrets of the Solomons

19. Detective William:

*7th July,2023*

As I observed the courtroom, my attention was drawn not only to the legal proceedings but also to Fiona, the accused. Despite the mask of indifference she wore, I couldn't help but be reminded of the deeper layers of her story that led to this moment. Of course, she wasn't at fault. But there was nothing I could do to help her but do as she said and stay by her side. I know she has a plan, and she won't back down so easily.

It was clear to me that her actions, though extreme, stemmed from a place of desperation and self-preservation. She had been a victim herself, subjected to years of abuse and torment at the hands of her father.

Fiona sat stubbornly, in complete contrast to the generally repentant attitude that characterized such procedures. As she confessed to the horrifying act of trying to kill her father, her expression was emotionless and detached. It was as if she had built a wall around herself, shielding her emotions from the pain and trauma she had endured. Despite her stoic demeanor, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of empathy towards Fiona and the difficult choices she had been forced to make. What could've pushed her to this limit?

There was a subtle murmur of skepticism and unease in the strained mood of the courtroom. There were whispers among the observers, some glancing curiously at Fiona as they tried to make sense of her seeming lack of emotion.

Fiona remained silent while the judge considered the sentencing. Not even a look of protest formed on her face as the ten-year prison sentence was announced. It seemed as though her conscience had not been affected by the seriousness of the situation. Even though it seemed fair, the judge's sentencing struck like a ton of bricks. Ten years in prison felt like a lifetime, particularly for someone whose acts had been motivated, in a perverse manner, by a struggle for survival.

During the trial, there was no word from Fiona. She only spoke once, when she admitted to her crime and pleaded guilty. There was no need for questioning, as she already admitted her crime, and the trial ended as soon as it started.

Her lawyer seemed calm, too. Surely they were surprised. But no. She was so calm. After the trial, I made my way to her.

"Hey."

"Hello, Mr.William."

"How are you holding up?" I asked, trying to hide my concern.

Fiona looked at me with a faint smile and replied, "I've come to terms with my fate. It was the only way I could ensure my survival." Her words sent a chill down my spine.

"Are you sure you'll just accept it and spend time in jail?"

Fiona's eyes met mine, her gaze unwavering. "Jail is just a temporary setback," she said calmly. "There are bigger plans in motion, ones that require sacrifice." Her cryptic words left me puzzled, wondering what she meant by "bigger plans" and the extent of her involvement.

"Can I help?" I asked, hoping to offer some support or assistance in any way possible.

Fiona's smile grew slightly wider, and she shook her head gently. "Thank you for your offer," she replied softly, "but this is something I must face alone." Her determination was evident, and I couldn't help but admire her strength in the face of such uncertainty.

I nodded my head, understanding her need for independence in this situation. As I watched Fiona walk away, a sense of admiration and respect washed over me. It was clear that she possessed a resilience and determination that I could only aspire to. Though I couldn't be by her side, I silently vowed to support her from afar and be there for her if she ever needed someone to lean on.