I Prayed for a Miracle—Now I Lock My Door at Night

looks happy. He looks… good.”

He swallowed hard.

“I’m not that,” he whispered.

I sank down slowly onto the edge of his bed, keeping distance, careful.

“Tyler…” I said, voice shaking.

He looked at me like a lost child for one terrifying second.

“Why am I so mad?” he asked. “Why do I… why do I say things and then it’s like I can’t pull them back?”

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