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…

with a victim advocate, when Lily walked to him with the drawing.

“For you,” she said.

The officer looked down. “For me?”

“You found me.”

His face changed in a way he did not know how to hide. He took the paper with both hands, as if it were breakable.

At the defense table, Graham Pierce slid files into his briefcase. Ava saw his gaze move from the officer continue reading …