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

down his cheeks.

For a moment, I saw him.

Not the rage.

Not the mask.

Just a damaged, terrified human trapped inside a body that won’t obey.

I wanted to reach for him.

I didn’t.

Because I’ve learned that tenderness can turn into danger in a heartbeat.

I kept my hands in my lap, fists clenched.

“It’s the injury,” I whispered. “Your brain—your brakes—”

“I don’t continue reading …