It was as if the entire room took a collective breath, waiting for the next move. Leonard Griffin’s confident facade showed signs of cracking. His eyes darted around the room, searching for support that was no longer there. The revelation had sapped his charm, his ease; it was clear that whatever game he was playing was nearing its conclusion.

Judge Dawson leaned forward, her expression both kind and firm. “Thank you, Isla, for sharing that with us. It’s important for the court to know how you feel.”

Isla nodded, a small victory smile playing on her lips. With Moose at her side, she seemed to draw strength from the knowledge that her truth had been heard.

Leonard’s lawyer stood once more, attempting to regain control. “Your Honor, this is a dog’s reaction we’re talking about. It’s hardly evidence.”

“Mr. Reed,” Judge Dawson interrupted sharply, “the court was not aware previously of these specific training details. Given the circumstances, I find it relevant.”