Justice for Wronged Grandma Chapter 08

Justice for Wronged Grandma Chapter 08

Sirens blared downstairs, growing louder. 

Two officers walked into the conference room. 

“Silas Crane, Marlow Veyra, you are under arrest for identity. 

fraud and violating others‘ legal rights. Please come with us.” 

Handcuffs clicked around his wrists. 

As he was led away, he glanced back at the urn in my 

mother’s arms. 

“I’m sorry… Elowen… I’m sorry…” 

The apology fifty years late. 

He finally said it. 

But grandmother would never hear it. 

It didn’t matter. 

I had settled the score. 

That night, Westbrook University released an official 

statement. 

Silas Crane was permanently stripped of tenure, all honors 

revoked, and turned over to law enforcement for identity 

fraud, academic misconduct, and abuse of power. 

The National Art Academy and Artists Federation issued a 

statement: 

[Marlow Veyra had fraudulently obtained artist status by 

stealing an identity. She would be turned over to authorities, 

all titles revoked, and banned from art institutions for life.] 

Corinne Crane was expelled from Westbrook University, all 

degrees revoked, and permanently barred from working in 

the legal field for six counts of academic fraud. 

I read every statement, then turned off my phone. 

My mother sat beside me, still shaking. 

She hadn’t stopped shaking since we walked into the 

conference room. 

I held her hands. 

“Mom. We did it.” 

Her lips trembled, but she couldn’t speak. 

Tears rolled down her wrinkled face, dropping one by one 

onto my hands. 

On a clear, sunny day. 

We buried our grandmother. 

At Haven Memorial Park, on a sunny south–facing plot. 

The tombstone was small, but her name was carved clearly- 

Elowen Hale. 

Trapped in the valley for fifty years, denied even a burial. 

place in death. 

Today, she finally escaped that valley. 

Finally, she could use her own name, proudly, and be 

remembered. 

My mother knelt before the tombstone and placed her 

scarred hands on the stone. 

She didn’t cry. She just knelt quietly for a long time. 

I knelt beside her and placed my hand on the stone. 

“Grandma. Justice came fifty years late. But we got it for 

you.” 

Wind blew. Sunlight warmed my face. 

Everything returned to normal. 

Jax was unanimously removed by the firm’s board. He 

cleared out his office the same day. 

I returned to my position as partner. 

The same office. But something was different. 

This time, I became the managing partner. 

Back at the firm, I re–released the hiring list. 

The same candidate I’d chosen before–a brilliant low–income 

boy who put himself through college by collecting cans with 

his grandparents. 

On his first day, he stood in my office with red eyes. 

“Ms. Voss, I thought about what to say to you.” 

“I want to say thank you. But those two words are too small 

for what you did.” 

I handed him his employee badge. 

“You’re here today because you earned every step. I just 

moved a stone out of your path.” 

“Someday, you’ll sit in a position of power. People will wait for your approval, your help. When that day comes- 

remember where you came from.” 

He froze for a second. 

Then he bowed his head and clipped the badge firmly to his 

chest. 

As he walked out, his eyes shone with stronger resolve. 

Sunlight streamed through the window onto the case files on 

my desk. 

There were probably many more Elowen Hales still trapped 

in their own valleys. 

I placed my hand on the files. 

The next fight starts here.