Chapter 10 - My mistake in the parking lot
After that meeting, I lost control.
A reporter waited outside the law office.
I had been avoiding media.
That day I stopped.
He asked:
“Mrs. Miller, do you believe your husband knew his mother was drugging the twins?”
I answered:
“He knew enough to stop her and chose not to tell me.”
Accurate emotionally.
Legally broader than the evidence.
Then:
“So yes?”
I said:
“He knew.”
That clip spread.
Daniel’s lawyer accused me of trying to poison the jury pool.
Evelyn’s lawyer said I was publicly convicting people before toxicology was complete.
My attorney, Mara Chen, called me.
“What did we discuss?”
“I know.”
“No, tell me.”
“No media.”
“Why?”
“Because grief is not evidence.”
“Good.”
I apologized to no one publicly.
But I stopped talking again.
The statement remained.
Defense attorneys used it later to argue I had chosen a theory before all evidence returned.
They were allowed.
I had.
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Grief wanted certainty.
Science moved slower.
