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The officer showed Mom screenshots of her
abusing her power, prioritizing Jason’s care
over mine. The most damning was a message
from the day of the accident: “Jay–Jay’s been
in an accident! All doctors report to his room
immediately!” Then they played a video of me in
the ER, of my phone call with Mom and the
nurse.
Mom collapsed. Jason caught her.
An officer whispered something to the lead
detective. He compared a photo to Jason. “Mr.
Miller, you’re under arrest for suspicion of
murder.”
Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Everyone
knew about Mom, but this was new. Jason
panicked. “You’re lying! I didn’t do anything!
Where’s your proof?!”
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The officer calmly held up his phone. Security
footage from our house showed Jason
tampering with my brakes, muttering, “Die, you
bastard!” He hadn’t planned on being in the car
with me, but Mom insisted I drive him that day.
That’s why he’d been so nervous, telling me to
drive slowly.
Ashley sobbed. “Jay–Jay, why?”
Why? I knew why. Months ago, Jason, deep in
gambling debt, had begged me for money. I had
none. I told him to go to the police. He’d
pleaded, “No, Jason! They’ll break my hands!
Please help me!”
I refused, unwilling to enable him, to see my
parents‘ hard work wasted. He’d pretended to
agree. “Okay, Jason. I’ll turn myself in. But can I
have two days to prepare?”
I’d agreed, foolishly. He’d planned to kill me to
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I’d agreed, foolishly. He’d planned to kill me to
shut me up.
The officer showed Mom the dashcam footage.
“Take a look. This is the son you let die.” The
video showed me shielding Jason in the crash.
