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

porch to sort through the day’s neglected mail. Hidden treacherously between a water bill and a grocery circular was an official, heavily stamped, thick manila envelope from the State Supreme Court. My hands began to shake uncontrollably as I ripped it open. It was official correspondence regarding Brad and Tiffany Miller’s aggressive, multi-million-dollar continue reading …