Daniel shot to his feet so violently that his chair crashed to the floor.
“I’m innocent!” he shouted. “I can prove it now!”
The guards rushed in, thinking he was trying to resist. But he wasn’t fighting them. He was crying—sobbing with a desperation that felt different from the hopelessness of the past five years.
Warden Mitchell watched everything from the security monitor.
Something had changed.
Within an hour, he made a decision that would put his entire career at risk. He called the Texas Attorney General’s office and requested a 72-hour stay of execution.
“What new evidence?” the voice on the other end demanded.
Mitchell stared at the paused video image of Emily’s face.
“A child who witnessed something,” he said quietly. “And I think we convicted the wrong man.”
