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…

black crayon that it snapped in two.

“What’s the red?” Ava asked.

Lily looked at Boone before answering. “Mad.”

“Where was your mom?”

The child drew a long shape on the floor. She stared at it for several seconds, then placed one palm over it, covering the picture as though she could keep the drawn mother warm.

“She didn’t get up,” Lily said.

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