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

survival costs when the system has no place to put the ones who come back changed.”

I read it three times.

My hands shook.

Then I hit post.

For a minute, nothing happened.

The parking lot was quiet. A cart rattled by. A kid laughed somewhere. The world stayed normal, like it always does when your world is burning.

Then my phone buzzed.

One notification.

Then continue reading …