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

Dave cleared his throat.

“They’re talking about you on the local community page,” he said. “People are… angry.”

“Of course they are,” I whispered.

He exhaled.

“I’m coming over,” he said.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

“No,” I said, instantly. “Don’t.”

“I’m coming,” he repeated, firmer now. “I should’ve been there. I should be there.”

I sat up, every nerve continue reading …