The little girl hadn’t spoken since the night her mother was found on the kitchen floor! Then the court dog lowered his head-and she whispered one sentence toward the defense table…

against pillows, one side of her face still yellowed with deep bruising, her left arm wrapped, her voice slow from injury and medication. She was thinner than she had been in photographs, but awake.

Lily stopped at the doorway.

She held Denise’s hand in one fist and her rabbit in the other. For several seconds, mother and daughter only looked at each continue reading …