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

want to be like this,” he said suddenly, voice rising. “I don’t want to be like this!”

He slammed his fist against the floor.

I flinched.

He noticed.

His face twisted.

“You’re scared of me,” he said, and the shame in his voice turned instantly into anger. “You hate me.”

“No,” I said quickly. “No, Tyler. I—”

He stood up abruptly, towering again, the fragile continue reading …