Yoder approached the house. The door was unlocked. Inside, the scene was deeply unsettling in its ordinariness.
Breakfast sat on the kitchen table—bread that had been cooling, now hard. Coffee cups, half-full, placed at each adult’s seat. A pot of oatmeal on the still-warm stove, a skin forming on top. Beds upstairs were neatly made. Laundry hung in the wash room, damp but not yet hung on the line. Jacob’s hat and Ruth’s bonnet hung on their pegs by the door.
“It looked like they’d been interrupted mid-morning,” Yoder says. “Like they’d just stood up from breakfast and walked away, planning to come right back. But they never did.”
Yoder immediately sought out the bishop and other church elders. By noon, word had spread through the Amish community that something was very wrong at the Miller farm. By 2 PM, Holmes County Sheriff Richard Lawson was standing in the Miller kitchen, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.
