“Sara, do you know I can’t? Please,” she interrupted, standing up and gripping the bars. “I raised him from a baby. I found him abandoned and dying by a country road. We saved each other. He visits me every week, and I see it in his eyes. He knows I didn’t kill my husband. He knows.” Crawford studied her face. Despite all the evidence against her, despite the jury’s verdict, Sara’s despair seemed genuine.
“I’ll see what I can do,” she said finally. Sara’s eyes filled with tears. “Thank you. That’s all I wanted, just to say goodbye to the one 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 had imagined. Four years earlier, Sara Mitchell’s life had seemed perfect from the outside. She was a successful human rights lawyer with her own law firm in downtown Houston.
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