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…

time.”

Judge Whitcomb nodded. “Mr. Pierce, slow down.”

Graham’s smile adjusted by a fraction. “Of course.”

Lily finally said, “Truth is what happened.”

A few jurors looked down at their notebooks, not writing.

“That’s a good answer,” Graham said. “And sometimes children tell stories, right? Like with drawings. Like when you pretend your rabbit can talk.continue reading …