“I know it sounds crazy, but I need to see Max one more time.” Crawford frowned. “Max, my dog,” Sara whispered, her voice slightly breaking. “He’s a German Shepherd. My sister Rebecca has been taking care of him since I’ve been here. I know the rules, but please, he’s all I have left. He’s the only one who still believes I’m innocent.” The warden shifted uncomfortably. In all his years, he had never received such a request. Animals were not allowed in maximum security, and certainly not on execution day.
“Sara, you know I can’t. Please,” she interrupted, standing up and gripping the bars. “I raised him from a puppy. I found him abandoned and dying on a country road. We saved each other. He visits me every week, and I can see it in his eyes. He knows I didn’t kill my husband. He knows.” Craford studied her face. Despite all the evidence against her, despite the jury’s verdict, there was something about Sara’s desperation that seemed genuine.
“I’ll see what I can do,” he finally said. Sara’s eyes filled with tears. Thank you. That’s all I wanted, just to say goodbye to the only person who never doubted me. As Crawford walked away, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this simple request might be more important than anyone imagined. Four years earlier, Sara Mitchell’s life had seemed perfect from the outside. She was a successful human rights lawyer with her own firm in downtown Houston.
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