While Justice Sleeps Novels & Stories

When I woke up, the only thing on my phone was an apology from the lawyer. We had lost the case. With a sad smile, I went to my daughter's room to take her ashes away from this place. However, when I opened the door, I was stunned by what I saw. The once-gloomy room was decorated with colorful streamers, and instead of my daughter's black-and-white photo, there was a huge eight-layer cake. Seeing me come in, Jack yanked my hair. "Where's Cindy? Are you hiding her? Bring her out now!

So, I let my tears fall freely. I would make sure justice is served for my most beloved Grandpa. The next morning, I gathered the evidence and went to court. When I sat down, Stuart gave me a conflicted look. Madison even invited her lecturers and university classmates to her hearing. She said she wanted to clear her name and prove her innocence. Upon seeing the thick stack of evidence in front of me, she mocked, "Veronica, where did you come up with all this fake evidence? I'm telling you, made-up stories don't hold up in court. The judge won't help you just because he pities you."

“About Leon. About tonight. About everything.” His thumb brushed her knuckles. “We’re close. You’ll get your justice.” Justice. The word coiled in her chest. She had dreamed of it for years but never dared imagine she would stand on the edge of it. The SUV rolled to a stop. The door swung open. A crush of noise surged inside. Jessica stepped out first, the cameras exploding in bursts of light. Her lips curved into a practiced smile; her chin lifted. She felt William’s palm settle on the small of her back, steady but not possessive.

One less worry to stack on top of the others. Maybe... just maybe, tomorrow won’t feel like surviving. Maybe it’ll feel like moving forward. I spotted Justice sitting on a bench near the emergency exit. He looked like hell—clothes wrinkled, face drawn, like he hadn’t slept in a week. But there was something about the way his eyes lifted when he saw me. Alert. Like part of him still refused to quit, even if the rest of him was breaking. I told him. About the job. The one for me—and the one Matthias had offered him, too.

“I just stopped expecting justice.” She looked at him for a long time. “Maybe that’s the problem.” --- Later, in bed, she watched him from across the room. He was on the couch again, shirt off, eyes closed—but not asleep. He never really slept. Just rested like a soldier waiting for orders. She spoke into the dark. “I didn’t want this either.” He opened his eyes. “But I’m not going to pretend I don’t see what it is.” “What is it?” he asked.

Around four, silence finally settles. I don't sleep much either. Just lie awake thinking about justice and fairness and all the ways the system fails people who deserve better.

“When you go back to Brentford… I want you to know I’ll be right here. Every step. Every truth.” Helena set the empty cup aside and leaned her head on her mother’s shoulder. For the first time in a long time, silence didn’t feel heavy. It felt healing. Scene — Elsewhere, Same Night Across town in a dim bedroom, Greg couldn’t sleep either. He stared up at the ceiling, Sophia’s recording still echoing in his ears. Justice wasn’t a distant hope anymore. It was near. Tangible. But it also had a cost. He rolled onto his side, looking at a picture on his nightstand. One of the whole group—before everything fell apart.

"You all seem to be enjoying yourselves, but let me remind you not to forget the rules of the game. None of you has stated your sins for this round. Please hurry. One minute remaining." I quickly looked at the timer on the wall. With all the fighting earlier, we had completely forgotten about time. I opened my mouth to speak, but another thought hit me. If I revealed the full truth about my own crime, it could be used against me in the next round. Wasn't that exactly what happened to Dwayne? Suddenly, I understood the true nature of this game. It was called The Judgement Chamber, meaning they were judging us by our sins. If I wanted to survive, I couldn't reveal everything.

"What's the problem?" "Nathan found out," Willow sighed and rubbed her temples. "Well, that's great. That is if he's not filing for custody," Jayden said jokingly and Willow shook her head. "I don't want the press to find out about them. I don't want to be a part of any drama going on with the elites. I love my quiet life," she mumbled and Jayden laughed.

They bowed deeply to me, tears streaming down their faces, thanking me for ensuring the person who killed their daughter finally paid the price. I met their gratitude with a steady gaze. "You don't need to thank me. Uncovering the truth and ensuring justice is done is simply my duty as a judge." I looked up at the clear blue sky and smiled. 'Mom, after forty years, I have finally avenged you. And from this day forward, I will continue to uphold justice and stay true to the oath I made long ago.'