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…

too.”

“Yes,” Jenna said. “He was.”

Lily clipped the stuffed dog’s ribbon around her wrist like a bracelet, then took her mother’s hand. With the other, she held Boone’s leash for three careful steps, though his handler kept the real control. They moved slowly across the courthouse plaza: the recovering mother, the little girl, the aunt walking close continue reading …