Riddle in the courtroom: contos, #1

By jessica diogo

In a small village where time moves slowly, Sarah's world turned upside down in the blink of an eye. From the hushed whispers of the courtroom to the heart-wrenching betrayal of her first love, every moment is a rollercoaster of emotions in Sarah's journey.

Amidst the turmoil, Sarah finds herself facing the daunting reality of single motherhood. But instead of succumbing to despair, she rises with an unwavering determination to defy the odds and build a future for herself and her unborn child.

As the seasons change and life unfolds, Sarah's resilience shines brighter than ever. With the unwavering support of her family, she navigates the challenges of pregnancy and motherhood with grace and courage.

In the face of adversity, Sarah's love for her child knows no bounds. Every smile, every milestone, becomes a testament to her strength and unwavering devotion.

Join Sarah on her journey of love, loss, and ultimate triumph as she proves that even in the darkest of times, hope prevails and love conquers all.

• Language: English
• Publisher: jessica diogo
• Release date: Apr 15, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224882878

jessica diogo

Ricardo Almeida is a writer and journalist, graduated in the Brazilian city of João Pessoa in 2007. He specializes in investigative journalism. In addition to his journalistic work, he is a speaker and writer. It shares its knowledge at conferences, workshops and publications, with the aim of disseminating information about society. Your commitment is to help others achieve a balanced and meaningful life.

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Riddle in the courtroom

Riddle in the courtroom

The Secretary of the Court session, rising from her chair, loudly announced.

Rise, Court is in session.

There were only a few people in the room, all of whom promptly stood up.

Sarah watched as a woman walked briskly to her seat.

She believed that a fair decision would be announced now.

She had to believe that.

After all she had been through in the past month, so much suffering.

The Court determined the residents of the minor Monica Gray with her father, Quentin

Lewis, and also ruled to allow the girl's mother to see her once a week on Sundays for

two hours in the presence of the father.

Additionally, Sarah Gray was ordered to pay child support in the amount of 20% of her

earnings.

Sarah vaguely remembered anything further that happened in the courtroom.

She only saw the triumphant look on Mrs. Lewis's face, filled with anger, mockery, and certainty

that Sarah would never see her daughter Monica again.

How can this be?

Why?

I'm her mother.

The child should stay with me, Sarah shouted in disbelief at the Court's decision.

You can't deprive me of my daughter.

She's not needed by them.

You're all corrupt.

You've been bribed.

Miss Gray, she heard the stern voice of the judge.

If you do not cease this disruption and behave appropriately in the courtroom, I will have

to hold you in contempt.

Exhausted from fighting for her daughter, Sarah collapsed onto her chair, her body slumping

against the backrest.

Tears welled up in her chest, but she wouldn't allow these despicable people to revel in

her weakness.

She had already humiliated herself enough before them, pleading not to take Monica away.

Could the grandmother replace the girl's mother?

And the father certainly had no need for the girl.

He was waiting outside the courthouse in a luxury car with a brunette at the wheel.

Veronica, the daughter of influential people in the city.

A family whose name even dogs knew.

Surely they had bribed the judge or made some arrangement to give Monica to Quentin.

And Sarah was graciously allowed to see her daughter once a week.

But she would do anything to get her daughter back, even if it meant breaking the law.

Even if she was labeled a criminal.

Sarah wouldn't give Monica up to anyone.

Sarah had a happy childhood.

She grew up in a village in a loving family.

Her parents adored her because she was the youngest daughter.

They had her when they were both forty.

Her older brother, Willie, and sister, Dakota, often bore the brunt of their parents' discipline

while Sarah was spoiled.

She was rarely asked to help with chores around the house.

But her brother and sister didn't resent her.

After all, she was little.

It was hard for her to eat the garden or milk the cow.

And when Sarah started school, her older sister went to study at an agricultural college.

Two years later, her brother was drafted into the army.

Whether she wanted it or not, Sarah had to become her father and mother's helper, and

they were delighted with it.

Sarah cooked for them, fed the animals, and helped her mother in the garden.

They had been friends with Quentin since childhood.

His family lived on the next street, and Quentin and Sarah were in the same class at school.

He had liked the lively, cheerful girl since school.

Every day he carried her school bag and did her homework for her.

Sarah, her father would say, laughing.

We'll marry you off to Quentin in a year.

And the daughter just laughed.

And before the end of school, Quentin confessed his love to Sarah.

He confessed sincerely, almost with tears in his eyes.

"'I love you so much,' Sarah,' he said, escorting her home after a walk.

"'I always knew that I would grow up and marry you.

You'll have a child, or maybe two or even three.'"

This was the first time Sarah didn't mock the guy and his feelings.

In the darkness, she brought her face close to his.

She looked into his eyes intently and kissed him directly on the lips.

This summer completely turned Sarah's life upside down.

Just a couple of months ago, she had no intention of growing up at all.

Unlike her brother and sister, Sarah didn't want to leave the comfort of her parents'

home.

She wasn't in a rush to go anywhere in pursuit of new experiences and opportunities.

Everything was fine for Sarah, especially with Quinn and around, kind, almost like family

and the closest person to her.

She believed that the boy loved her very much and would never abandon her, and there were

proofs of that.

Sarah often remembered how once on their way