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

“You’re sending me away!” he shouted, pacing like a caged animal. “You’re dumping me!”

“It’s treatment,” I said, voice steady because inside I was crumbling. “It’s help.”

“You just want me gone!” he yelled.

I didn’t deny it.

Not completely.

Because part of me did want him gone—from my bedroom door, from my fear, from my nights.

But another part of me wanted continue reading …