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…

argument.

At nearly 6:00 p.m., Dr. Marcus Bell knocked on the open door.

He carried a padded envelope in one hand and looked like a man who had argued with himself the entire walk from the parking lot.

“I wasn’t sure I should bring this,” he said.

Ava pushed back from the table. “What is it?”

“A recording from one of Lily’s sessions last week.” He set the continue reading …