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

placed in emergency state custody. It was a sterile, terrifyingly impersonal group home environment that was only marginally better than the gilded cage he had escaped. But the Millers were billionaires. They didn’t just fight back; they waged a scorched-earth campaign with devastating, ruthless speed.

Within forty-eight hours, they had assembled a continue reading …