Merritt studied her from the bench. Small frame, soot-dark hair, eyes too old for her years. Fragile, yes, but anchored. “Ms. Cooper,” he said finally, “please explain why your client’s dog seems to be giving evidence before your witness can speak.”
The defense attorney rose calmly, smoothing her sleeve as the courtroom settled. “Scout isn’t just a pet, Your Honor,” she said. “He’s a certified rescue and emotional-support dog. The child relies on him to communicate.” Her voice carried assurance, though Merritt caught a flicker of nerves beneath it.