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…

She did not sob or make a speech or ask the questions adults had been asking in hallways for days. She held her daughter with the strength she had and breathed through whatever pain came with it.

“I’m sorry,” Jenna said.

Lily leaned back. “Why?”

“I couldn’t get up.”

The child thought about that as if it were a problem with a practical solution. Then she continue reading …