Beau Miller
Finding out that my daughter is extremely close to dying has me distraught. I am being accused of hitting the car my daughter and grandson were in, and then driving off. That is all they have told me, and they even had me watch the video of the incident over and over. Even though once was enough. That is my truck that hit them, but that is not me driving it. I do have tinted windows on my truck, and by the video quality, you can't see who is driving.
"Miller, you can go," the officer tells me. I jump up and make my way out of the interrogation room. He hands me a stack of papers. After they asked me so many questions, they had to do their own investigations, and I guess I have been cleared of everything. I am sure my job corroborated that I have been there. I never left the
