When my shaking ten-year-old begged me to hurry home, I had no idea a nightmare was waiting. I raced inside to find my husband and child cold and motionless on the living room rug. Paramedics rushed in, but the lead officer grabbed my arm, shaking his head. “Ma’am, this wasn’t an accident…”

“That originates from the secure lockers in his laboratory,” I stated, my voice ringing with a cold, terrifying clarity. “He brought the weapon home in his briefcase.”

Miller stared at the foil wrapper. He looked down at the traumatized child in the bed. He looked across the mattress at me, a woman who had spent the last night standing on the gallows.continue reading …