Minutes before his execution, he asked for something… A bark changed everything…

5:30 a.m. In three and a half hours, she would be dead. The metallic sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor as prison director James Craowford approached her cell. His weather-beaten face bore the weight of 28 years in the prison system, but today there was something different in his eyes. “Sara,” he said quietly, pausing before the steel bars. “Do you need anything, Sara?” He looked up, his brown eyes empty but determined. “There’s one thing, Director Craowford.”

“I know it sounds crazy, but I have to see Max one more time.” Crawford frowned. “Max, my dog,” Sara whispered, her voice slightly shaky. “He’s a German Shepherd. My sister Rebecca has been looking after him since I came here. I know the rules, but please, he’s all I have left. He’s the only one who still believes in my innocence.” The warden shifted uneasily in his chair. In all his years, he had never received such a request. Animals weren’t allowed in maximum-security prisons, let alone on execution day.

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