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

covered nearly every chair, while old transcripts were stacked beside bowls of unopened mail.

Ruth had spent four decades challenging wrongful convictions.

She had succeeded often enough to earn respect, but the cases she could not correct remained with her far longer than the victories.

When the afternoon news reported that Owen Mercer’s sentence had continue reading …