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

was laid bare, undeniable and horrific, before the court.

The judge’s face turned a mottled, furious scarlet. He rose half out of his leather chair and furiously banged his wooden gavel, the sound echoing like consecutive gunshots.

“Bailiffs! Take Mr. and Mrs. Miller into custody immediately! There will be no bail granted!”

But Brad Miller was not a man continue reading …