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

moment evaporating.

“Get out,” he snapped. “Get out before I—”

He stopped himself, chest heaving.

Before I what?

Before I hurt you?

Before I become the monster you think I am?

I stood up slowly.

“I love you,” I whispered, because it was the only thread I had left.

Tyler’s face hardened again.

“Yeah,” he said bitterly. “Sure.”

I backed out and closed the door.continue reading …