After three years in prison, I returned home hoping for nothing more than to hug my father, but my stepmother opened the door and said, “He d!ed a year ago. This house is mine now.”

been released from prison.

That’s where I met attorney Sarah Miller.

She was a serious woman with her hair pulled back and sharp, observant eyes. She didn’t promise me justice.

That’s exactly why I trusted her.

She reviewed the documents for nearly three hours.

When she finished, she took off her glasses and set them on the table.

“Michael, this isn’t just grounds for an appeal. We’re looking at fraud, forgery, identity theft, will tampering, and possibly concealing human remains. If we handle this correctly, we can clear your name.