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…

only slightly damaged by enthusiasm. He sat in front of Lily and accepted her hug with patient dignity. Jenna watched them, her face still faintly marked where the bruises had been, and bent as much as her healing body allowed to touch the top of her daughter’s head.

“You were brave,” Jenna said.

Lily did not look up from Boone’s neck. “He was brave continue reading …