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

can go home and rest,” she said.

Rest.

The word sounded like a fantasy.

When I drove away, my hands were shaking so badly I had to pull over on the side of the road.

I sat there in my car, staring at my empty passenger seat, and waited for the guilt to crush me.

It came.

Of course it came.

But something else came too.

Relief.

And the relief made me feel like continue reading …