My Son Is In The Icu After A Horrific Accident. I Just Found His Wife’s “mental Health Day” Photo On A Yacht With His Partner. How Do I Destroy Them?

Sometimes it comes from a nurse who trusts her instincts. Sometimes it comes from an investigator who works through the night.

Justice isn’t always given. Sometimes you have to take it, but you have to be smart.

You have to be patient. You have to build your case brick by brick until the truth is undeniable.

Lauren and Marcus thought they could profit from my son’s tragedy. They thought no one would notice.

They thought no one would care enough to dig deeper. They were wrong.

I opened my laptop and looked at the file folder I’d created six months ago. Inside were thousands of documents.

Every text message, every bank record, every piece of evidence that had put them in prison. I’d kept it all.

Not out of vengeance, but as a reminder. A reminder that when someone you love is vulnerable, you don’t wait for the system.

You don’t hope someone else will help. You act.

You investigate. You protect.

You save them. That’s what parents do.

That’s what love does. And if you’re smart, if you’re thorough, if you refuse to stop until you find the truth, then justice doesn’t just happen.

You make it happen. I closed my laptop and looked out the window at the Boston skyline.

Somewhere in this city, my son was sleeping peacefully in his own apartment. He was safe.

He was healing. He was free.

And Lauren Sterling was in a prison cell, where she’d remain for the next eight years, thinking about the Instagram post that destroyed her life. That’s justice.