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

him safe.

Wanted him supported by people trained for this.

Wanted him to have a chance at something better than rage and shame and isolation.

The morning we left, Tyler refused to look at me in the car.

When we arrived, he walked in with his shoulders squared like he was going to war.

He didn’t say goodbye.

The nurse at the desk smiled gently at me.

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