The wall clock inside Redstone State Penitentiary in Kansas struck exactly six in the morning when the heavy steel door of cell block D slowly creaked open. For five long years a man named Victor Bennett had lived inside those gray walls insisting on the same thing over and over again, telling anyone who would listen that he had never killed his wife. His words had echoed off concrete, ignored by guards, lawyers, and reporters who believed the case had already been decided. Now, with only hours left before the final walk toward the execution chamber, Victor stood quietly beside the bars and spoke in a voice so strained it almost sounded broken.
“I only have one request,” he said. “Please let me see my daughter one last time. Let me see Avery Bennett before everything ends.”