Well, it's done. I went to the courthouse with my family, including Adam's dad, who flew in from the UK, and R, who was one of Adam's closest friends. We went into the courtroom and after a couple of wife beaters and rapists came through and pled whatever and postponed their dates, our case was called. I didn't expect them to read the accident report. I didn't expect to have to hear that. I didn't ever want to hear those particular details again, but they read it, which made me lose my composure. My father in law, John and I went up, and I read a statement from Ad's sister, then John read his statement, and I read mine. She pled guilty and made a statement that she was very sorry. The thing is, telling me you're sorry in court, while waiting for your sentence is a little like when, as a child, you're forced to apologize to a sibling, or face sitting in time out on the stairs or something. You know what I mean? Too little, too late, lady. And I think I made that clear. She lost her license for good and was given a $500 fine to charity, which is total bullshit. I mean, I didn't expect them to put the old lady in jail, but she's not poor, and I think $5K would have been a better start. But there wasn't anything I could do on that score. I tried, but I failed. I also made peace with things. As much as I could. And so that chapter is closed.