“Guilty on all counts.” The gavel’s echo felt like thunder in Delilah Peterson’s chest. She gripped the defendant’s table, her weathered hands trembling against the cold wood. At sixty-eight years old, after a life of quiet sacrifice, she was about to die in prison for a crime she didn’t commit.
“Mrs. Peterson,” the judge’s voice was a distant drone, “you have been found guilty of first-degree murder, conspiracy to commit fraud, and money laundering. I hereby sentence you to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole.”