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

he screams like that, I don’t just hear the monster.

I hear my baby.

And my body reacts like a mother’s body, even when my mind knows better. Even when my heart is split into two warring pieces—one that wants to protect him, and one that wants to survive him.

A knock came, careful.

“Sarah? It’s Officer Miller. I’m right outside your door. Are you able continue reading …