Aaron Miller, now forty-seven, lives in Indiana with his wife and children. He’s a carpenter like his father, building furniture under his adopted name of Joseph Miller Jr. He declined to be interviewed for this article but released a statement through Detective Martinez:
“My father did what he had to do to protect us. I don’t blame him for running or for living under a false name. I blame the man who made him so afraid he felt he had no choice. I’m grateful my father kept us alive. That’s what matters.”
Sarah, forty-five, is a teacher at a Mennonite school in Kentucky. She’s more open about the family’s history, having written about the experience in a limited-circulation memoir published by a Mennonite press.
“We were children living in fear,” she writes. “We didn’t understand why we had to hide, why we had to leave, why we couldn’t go home. For years, I was angry at my parents for that. But as an adult, as a mother myself, I understand. They made impossible choices in an impossible situation. They saved our lives.”
