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

understand.”

Tyler jerked forward, eyes blazing.

“I understand plenty!” he yelled. “She takes my phone! She locks me in! She—”

He stopped suddenly, like he’d remembered there were rules about what you can say in front of officers if you want them to like you. His gaze slid to Officer Miller, and his tone changed.

“She hits me,” he said softly.

My stomach continue reading …