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…

with her maternal aunt, Megan Price, while Jenna continued her recovery. Megan lived in a small brick house on the west side of town with pale green walls in the spare bedroom and a maple tree outside the window. It was not a perfect solution. Nothing was. But it was family, it was safe, and it gave Lily a place where no one raised their voice when continue reading …