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…

her eyes briefly and remembered the crime scene photo of the shattered lamp, white jagged edges against red glaze.

“Graham will call it hearsay,” she said.

“He should.”

“He’ll say therapy contaminated her.”

“He’ll say everyone contaminated her.” Dr. Bell’s voice was tired, not defensive. “That doesn’t mean the recording has no value.”

Ava looked at the continue reading …