Brooke finds a cache under her late grandfather’s mattress that contradicts everything she had previously believed to be true concerning the passing of her parents. However, this well-kept secret has far reaching consequences for the entire town, not just her.

As memories filled her head, Brooke stood in the doorway of her grandfather’s bedroom, her nose perking. Her breath came in unevenly, recalling all the times she’d spent with him, her booming laugh practically resonating through the hallways.

She ran her hand over the ancient oak dresser and said, “I can’t believe he’s truly gone.”

Old books and the subtle aroma of Granddad’s preferred pipe tobacco and distinctive Aqua Velva aftershave filled the room.

A trial was scheduled months later and turned into a media circus. The steps of the courthouse were filled with reporters and demonstrators every day.

Brooke waited stoically in a chilly courtroom while Mr. Johnson was finally brought to justice.

With the support of the evidence her grandfather had gathered, the prosecution made a strong case. In her testimony, Brooke detailed the anguish and sorrow her tiny family went through, as well as the financial and emotional toll that their deaths had.

However, the judge gave Brooke permission to express her personal feelings as well. She remarked, “My grandfather never gave up looking for the truth.” “He refused to let go of his knowledge that something wasn’t right. I’m here to complete the task he began.

The Johnson family contacted the D.A.’s office in hopes of reaching a settlement as the trial was coming to a close. Brooke was consulted by the prosecution, but she turned down any financial offer.

“The Johnsons always figured things out with money,” she thought. “Not any longer!”As the case progressed, Mr. Johnson stood and gave Brooke a look on the final day. Silently, he apologized. “I apologize sincerely, even though I know it doesn’t change anything.”

Brooke did little more than nod.

After the case was over, the jury deliberated for a few days. There was silence as they filed into the courtroom.

The court questioned, “How do you find the defendant?”

“You’re right, Your Honor,” the jury foreman shot back.

The room emitted a collective gasp. With her eyes closed, Brooke experienced a feeling of relief. Granddad, we succeeded!

The community saw significant changes following the trial. In order to guarantee better accountability, new procedures were put in place and several dishonest policemen were sacked.

For a considerable amount of time, the case and her narrative dominated local conversations, but Brooke was unaffected by the spotlight. Justice had been done, and Mr. Johnson would go to prison for a number of years.

It was now time to focus on the future and maybe even assist others in obtaining justice.