When I was in my adolescent years, old enough to make my own decisions but still young enough to fear talking to the opposite sex, I lived across the street from the Millers household. For those of you unaware of this and didn’t tune in to the local news networks or lived under a massive boulder your whole life, the Millers home was where those ghastly murders had occurred.
On August 23, 2004, during an eerily cool Monday morning the bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Miller and their only daughter Emily, had been found brutally murdered and dismembered. Police stated on the news that night that the parents of Emily had been found on the kitchen table, naked and in several pieces intricately placed. Though no images were shown of the horrifying act, the expressions on those police officers faces said it all. Their pale faces showed glimpses of fear smeared across the whites of their eyes.
Emily, on the other hand, was found in her bedroom, placed perfectly on top of her pink duvet blanket with a large kitchen knife driven deep into her abdomen. The autopsy reports that had been revealed during the case mentioned that she had slowly bleed out form her sustained injury and died shortly after the paramedics had arrived. She had been pronounced dead at 0835. There in the room with her was her twin brother Dillion, weeping at the bedside while holding on to his lifeless twin sister’s hand.
In the coming months after, Dillion Avery Miller would go to trail for the murders of his parents and sister. He would be convicted of first-degree murder on all three counts and would get the death penalty. There would be no trial. Dillion pleaded guilty. When he was checked by doctors, Dillion was of sound mind. He refused consul even though the defense attorney advised against it. It was a closed case.
Through the nearly twenty years on death row, Dillion spoke to no one. He never asked for parole or to be retried for the murders. He never accepted any interviews or wrote back to the people that wanted desperately to know the truth. Several shows were even made about the case but none ever got the answers they were looking for. And on the last few days, when his execution was coming to its untimely end, Dillon Avery Miller did the unthinkable.
He reached out to me.
Why, after all these years, did he want to talk to me? Well, my guess. He wanted me to come clean. What I haven’t told you about this bizarre case is that I was there the night the massacre had happened. I had seen it all.
I knew the truth.
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