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…

away.

“Would you like to show Boone where you were?” she asked.

Lily chose blue first. She drew herself as a small oval beneath the table. Then she picked red and made hard circles near the larger figure’s hands. Brown became the broken table. Gray became the hallway. She pressed so hard on the continue reading …