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…
testimony. “The jury has heard the evidence and the limitations. Move on.”
But the jurors were watching Lily. During the exchange, she had taken a blue crayon from the box at the witness stand and drawn Boone beneath a yellow sun. The dog was far too big for the page. Beside him stood a little girl with both feet planted on the ground.
