Three days afterward, as Grace approached the residence, pulsing police beacons encircled the estate — and the scene visible through the window caused her legs to collapse beneath her.
Heavy rain poured down that evening in Seattle, the type of chilling, persistent mist that penetrates deep into your skin. Grace Miller waited outside her own residence — the place she had created with a decade of affection, endurance, and dedication — holding her three-year-old son, Ethan, close in her embrace. Behind her, beneath the ...
