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

eyes tired in that way people get when they’ve seen too much of other people’s worst nights.

She looked at my face, then down at my arms, and something in her expression shifted—just a flicker of recognition. Of understanding.

“Sarah,” she said gently. “Can you come out here with me?”

I stepped into the hallway like I was stepping onto thin ice.

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