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…

this case for trial?”

“That phrase, no.”

“So today you are connecting her current statements to what you saw weeks ago.”

Officer Ortiz looked at Graham for a beat too long. “I’m saying what she describes matches things I saw before she said a word.”

Graham’s jaw tightened. “That wasn’t the question.”

“No,” Ortiz said, “but it’s the truth.”

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