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The neighborhood kids swore his basement was a literal dungeon. We’d sprint past his lawn like our lives depended on it... terrified of the man who never trimmed his hedges and stared at the world through a cracked window. My dad used to joke that Miller was probably a retired spy... or worse. But…

The neighborhood kids swore his basement was a literal dungeon. We’d sprint past his lawn like our lives depended on it... terrified of the man who never trimmed his hedges and stared at the world through a cracked window. My dad used to joke that Miller was probably a retired spy... or worse. But one humid July afternoon, my baseball went through his front window. I was twelve, and I was terrified. I knocked, my knees actually shaking... ready to be yelled at. But when the door creaked open,