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…

contamination, prejudice. Judge Whitcomb allowed the answer but narrowed the next questions. Her face had tightened in the way it did when the law and a child’s safety both stood before her and neither could be fully satisfied.

At the end of the day, Lily did not wave at the jury or respond to the reporters calling questions outside the courthouse continue reading …