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

to find a memory inside himself, trying to match my fear to a reason.

Then the flicker died.

He smiled.

It wasn’t Tyler’s old smile. It was a crooked, amused thing, the kind of smile you see on someone who enjoys being the biggest person in the room.

“You’re scared of me,” he said, almost delighted. “You’re scared. You should be.”

My throat went dry. The continue reading …