Chapter 25 - Derek Tells the Truth
Derek’s sentencing hearing was scheduled for early spring.
Before it happened, he requested permission to speak with me one final time.
I almost refused.
Then Rachel said something that changed my mind.
“You’re allowed to hear someone without giving them access to you.”
So we met in a courthouse conference room.
No restaurant.
No family home.
No emotional setting.
Just fluorescent lights and a table.
Derek arrived with his attorney.
He looked different.
He had lost weight.
His expensive watches were gone.
No designer jacket.
No performance.
He sat across from me.
“I wrote something.”
I almost rolled my eyes.
Then he placed one sheet of paper on the table.
“I’m not asking you to read it here.”
“What is it?”
“Everything I remember.”
“About Gavin?”
“About us.”
I looked at the paper.
“No.”
Derek blinked.
“No?”
“I don’t want another confession designed to make you feel better.”
His face fell.
“I didn’t think of it that way.”
“I know.”
I pushed the paper back.
“If you want to tell the truth, tell it without making me carry it.”
He stared at the page.
Then slowly folded it.
“Okay.”
That was growth.
Small.
But real.
“I pled guilty to identity theft and forgery,” he said.
“I heard.”
“I’m likely getting prison time.”
“I know.”
“Sarah won’t let me have unsupervised visits.”
“That makes sense.”
“It does.”
He breathed deeply.
“I used to think consequences meant people were against me.”
I said nothing.
“Every time something went wrong, Mom fixed it. Dad paid. You gave in.”
“I didn’t always give in.”
“No.”
He looked ashamed.
“But enough.”
That was true.
“I thought being loved meant someone would erase the damage.”
His eyes lifted.
“Now I think maybe being loved should have meant somebody stopped me earlier.”
My throat tightened.
“You were an adult, Derek.”
“I know.”
“It wasn’t Mom’s job to control you forever.”
“I know.”
“You made choices.”
“Yes.”
We sat quietly.
Then he said:
“I told the prosecutor everything.”
“Why?”
“At first? Better sentence.”
At least he was honest.
“And now?”
He looked toward the window.
“Because Chloe asked me if lying was hereditary.”
That hurt.
“She said that?”
“Yeah.”
He rubbed his face.
“I don’t want her thinking this is normal.”
“Then show her it isn’t.”
“How?”
“Do the sentence.”
His eyes met mine.
“Don’t appeal every consequence. Don’t blame Gavin for your forgery. Don’t blame Dad for teaching you. Don’t blame Mom for protecting you.”
I leaned forward.
“Tell your children what you did in age-appropriate terms. Pay Sarah every month. Work whatever job you’re allowed to work. Stop promising them big things. Become reliable in boring ways.”
Derek almost smiled.
“You sound like Aunt Lorraine.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“It was.”
The hearing came three weeks later.
Derek received eighteen months in federal custody followed by supervised release.
Less than prosecutors initially sought because of extensive cooperation.
More than my mother believed he deserved.
When the judge asked Derek if he wanted to speak, he stood.
“I hurt people because I believed needing something made me entitled to take it.”
The courtroom went silent.
“I forged my sister’s signature. I used information that wasn’t mine. I helped someone threaten her home.”
He looked toward Sarah.
“I failed my kids.”
Then toward me.
“I don’t expect forgiveness.”
Mom began crying loudly from the back row.
Derek didn’t look at her.
“I’m asking the court to let my children see me accept what happens next.”
The judge imposed sentence.
Mom rushed toward him afterward.
“This isn’t fair! We’ll appeal!”
Derek stepped back.
“No, Mom.”
She froze.
“What?”
“No appeal.”
“You can’t let them put you in prison!”
“I put me there.”
I watched Evelyn’s face.
The sentence did what no lawyer ever could.
It removed the story she needed.
No conspiracy.
No cruel daughter.
No evil aunt.
No unfair court.
Her golden child had finally refused rescue.
Mom slapped him.
Gasps filled the hallway.
Derek didn’t react.
A marshal moved between them.
Mom screamed.
“You ungrateful son!”
Derek looked at her with heartbreaking calm.
“Now I know how Hannah felt.”
Evelyn went silent.
Derek was led away.
I stood frozen.
Aunt Lorraine touched my shoulder.
“You okay?”
I watched my brother disappear behind the secured door.
“I don’t know.”
That was the truth.
I wasn’t happy he was going to prison.
I wasn’t sad enough to want to stop it.
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I was simply watching consequence arrive.
And for once, nobody was asking me to pay the bill.
