“I know,” he said. “And I’ll carry that guilt for the rest of my life.”
“Good,” I said quietly. “Because that guilt will remind you not to fail like that ever again.”
We stayed in silence for a moment. Then I hugged him, and he cried in my arms like when he was a child. Because at the end of the day, he was still my son. And even though he had broken my heart, I was his mother. And mothers never stop loving—even when it hurts.
Justice was just beginning. But the hardest part would not be seeing Chelsea pay for her crimes. It would be rebuilding a family that she had destroyed piece by piece.
A week later, I was sitting in a downtown restaurant. I had chosen the place carefully—the Oakleaf Café, a spacious place with a patio known for its traditional food and family atmosphere. It had tables far enough apart for privacy, but it was also busy enough to have witnesses to what was about to happen.
Linda was at a nearby table with her laptop and recording equipment discreetly hidden. Captain Spencer had also agreed to come, off duty but present. And I had invited a notary, Counselor Rodriguez, a man in his sixties who had worked with me on several cases when I was on active duty. He was someone I trusted completely.
But the most important invitation I had made three days earlier, when I called Rob.
“I need you to come to a meeting,” I told him. “Bring Chelsea.”
“Mom, she’s under house arrest. Gerald managed to get her bail while they await trial.”
“I know. That’s why I need her to come. Tell her I have a proposal—that I want to resolve this without going to trial.”
“Are you serious?”
“Completely. 3:00 p.m. Saturday. The Oakleaf Café. You, her, and me—to talk like adults.”
Rob hesitated.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Mom.”
“Trust me, son. Just one more time.”
And he agreed.
Now, sitting at that round table under the shade of a cherry tree, I waited. I had ordered a pitcher of iced tea and a plate of donuts. My hands were steady, my breathing controlled, but inside, my heart was beating like a war drum.
They arrived at 3:05. Rob was wearing a white shirt and jeans, deep dark circles under his eyes. He had lost weight in the last week. Chelsea walked beside him with her head held high, dressed in a black business suit and dark sunglasses. She wore an electronic ankle monitor, barely visible under her pants.
