“Please, arrest me. I’d rather go to jail than go back to that house…”

dread washing over me. The rest of the affluent community willfully, happily ignored these subtle, terrifying red flags because the Millers were, after all, “such a respectable, prominent family.”

The memory evaporated as a sharp, concussive crack of thunder yanked me violently back to the freezing November present. I leaned closer to the rain-streaked continue reading …