“Not guilty.”
After only a few weeks in court, a young man was walking down the stairs of the court building a free man—well, sort of. His mother was a dean at a prestigious college, and her husband just happened to be a high profile career criminal. Put those two elements together, plus a publicly hushed case, and you had the makings of mass media coverage. With no real information to go on the press could only follow him, take pictures and make stuff up. All things they are extremely good at.
Somehow he, his mom and dad, and the lawyer managed to get past the paparazzi and into the car incident free. It’s strange—if some nobody had been taken to court under the same circumstances, no one would care. They’d just chalk it up to another temporary insanity case, but a criminals son? No way—they just had to find every possible way to say that he was guilty and try to pull him down. Run the ever popular criminals just think they’re above the law rhetoric. What made it worse was that this time, the boy was indeed innocent.
The car peeled off from the courts and started to leave the press behind. Soon there was quiet, and the car came down to a smoother pace. The young man looked out the window and stared, contemplating all that had happened in the past six weeks, and just began to cry. His mother took him into her arms and tried to calm his worry. She never dreamed he’d be in court for something like this. Never in a million years.
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