Hours Before His Final Sentence, an 8-Year-Old Girl Whispered, “Daddy… I Saw Mom Last Tuesday”—What She Drew Next Turned the Entire Case Upside Down

The Last Visit

At precisely six o’clock on a cold February morning, the reinforced door at the end of the restricted wing opened with a metallic groan that traveled through the narrow corridor of Red Creek State Penitentiary in northern Georgia.

Owen Mercer had heard that same sound every morning for nearly five years.

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