Max stepped forward again, locking eyes with him, growling just enough for everyone to feel it.
Cole’s hands shook, and then, in a trembling voice, I want to change my plea, gasps filled the room.
He was sentenced to life, no parole.
Weeks later, in a quiet living room, Lily finally spoke again, holding Max’s face in her tiny hands.
She whispered, thank you.
Her parents cried.
Max wagged his tail, and stayed right there beside her. Some bonds can’t be broken, and sometimes the bravest soul in the room walks on four legs.
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