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

In the hallway, I pressed my hand to my mouth and sobbed silently.

Because that moment—those few minutes—were the most controversial thing I could ever admit:

Tyler was still in there.

And he was also the one destroying me.

How do you love someone who is both victim and threat?

How do you protect someone who can’t control themselves without destroying yourself continue reading …