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

“I’m sorry.”

Those two words—I’m sorry—hit me harder than any mug thrown at my head ever did.

Because no one says them to caregivers. People say them to the injured person. To the survivor. To the miracle.

They rarely say them to the one scrubbing blood off a wall at midnight while pretending everything is fine at the grocery store.

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