Her foster parents, Jim and Megan, approached, wrapping her in a gentle embrace. Their eyes were misted with pride and sorrow, understanding the gravity of what Isla had just faced and overcome. “You did so well,” Megan whispered, brushing Isla’s hair back tenderly.

Outside the courtroom, the storm had subsided, leaving the air crisp and fresh. Light filtered through the high windows, casting hopeful shadows on the marble floors. Isla looked up, seeing the sky clearing, and felt a burgeoning sense of freedom.

As the adults talked in hushed tones around her, she focused on Moose. He wagged his tail softly, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. Isla leaned down, her forehead resting against his. “Thank you, Moose,” she murmured, gratitude filling her small voice.