Chapter 11
Not every question surrounding the funeral booking and Logan's broader financial schemes resulted in a separate conviction.
But the central fact was established.
He had deliberately created a dangerous situation involving my vehicle and had intended serious harm.
I attended the sentencing hearing.
Megan sat beside me.
Rebecca sat on my other side.
Logan wore a dark suit.
He looked thinner than I remembered.
When he entered the courtroom, he glanced toward me.
For a moment, our eyes met.
I felt a surge of fear.
Then I looked away.
I wasn't there to reassure him.
I was there because I wanted the court to understand what his actions had done to our lives.
When I was given the opportunity to speak, I stood slowly.
My hands trembled as I unfolded the statement I'd prepared.
I looked toward the judge.
“For years, I believed that my husband's anger was something I could manage if I was patient enough.”
I paused.
“I believed that leaving him would be the hardest decision I'd ever make.”
My voice shook.
“Then I discovered that he had turned my car into something that could have killed me and my sister.”
I took a breath.
“Since that day, I have struggled with fear, anxiety, and the knowledge that someone I once trusted was willing to endanger my life.”
I looked briefly toward Megan.
“My sister was drawn into this because she gave me a safe place to stay. She did what families are supposed to do when someone needs help.”
My eyes filled with tears.
“And she nearly paid for that kindness with her life.”
I looked back at the judge.
“I am not asking for revenge. I am asking the court to recognize the seriousness of what happened and the lasting consequences of his actions.”
Then I folded my statement.
And I sat down.
Logan's attorney spoke afterward.
He described Logan's financial difficulties and personal circumstances.
He asked the court to consider mitigating factors.
I listened.
I understood that the legal process required both sides to be heard.
But I no longer felt responsible for explaining away Logan's decisions.
He had made them.
And now he had to live with their consequences.
After the hearing, Megan and I walked outside together.
The afternoon was bright and cold.
For several minutes, neither of us spoke.
Then Megan looked at me.
“It's over.”
I shook my head slightly.