I Prayed for a Miracle, Now I Lock My Door Against My Son

said, because that was easier than saying I am afraid of my own child.

“Stay on the line. Officers are on the way. Do you have a safe place you can go?”

I stared at the window. It was winter, and the ground outside was hard, and my knees weren’t what they used to be. My house is a one-story. There is nowhere to go that isn’t still inside the nightmare.continue reading …