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

boy rocked back and forth, murmuring to himself. A man in a work uniform stared at the floor with the hollow-eyed exhaustion of someone who has been here too many times.

We didn’t talk at first. People like us rarely do. We sit in our own shame.

But after an hour—after the nurse took Tyler back and the doors clicked shut again—the woman leaned over and continue reading …