Deborah Miller's mother was Lucille Miller, and her father was a cold man. As Deborah got older she started getting closer to her mother. "There couldn't have been two people, more, who shouldn't have been together"
When Debra Miller woke up on October 8th, 1964, she was expecting to see a black Volkswagen in her family’s driveway. Instead, she saw a police car. “And I knew my father was dead.”