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

gets awkward.

I took a breath.

“I feel safer,” I said honestly. “And I miss you.”

Tyler’s throat bobbed.

He stared at the floor for a long time.

Then he whispered, so quiet I almost didn’t hear it:

“I don’t want to scare you.”

My eyes filled.

“I know,” I whispered back. “I know you don’t.”

The therapist watched us, expression gentle, like she understood that continue reading …