
“You may approach the witness,” the judge said.
No one in the courtroom moved. Not until the double doors opened—and a golden retrievertrotted down the aisle wearing a blue service vest.
People whispered, cameras clicked, the little boy on the stand froze.
This wasn’t just a dog. It was the only witness left from a night no one wanted to remember.
The defendant’s smirk faded as the dog stopped, nose twitching, tail low.
And then, in front of everyone, the dog walked past the lawyers, past the judge—straight toward the trembling boy—
and gently placed its head in his lap.
Silence.
Then sobs.
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