“But the tension is all because of him.”
The courtroom was silent, with an air so thick it felt like you could cut it with a knife. The storm outside rumbled in ominous agreement. The judge observed Leonard Griffin closely, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the situation unfolding before her.
“You see,” Isla continued, her voice gaining strength with every word, “Moose knows when I don’t feel safe. He knows when someone … someone like him is near.” Her small hand stayed on Moose’s back, slowly stroking his fur, grounding both herself and her canine companion.
