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

air in the room felt too thin to breathe.

“Tyler, please,” I whispered. “You’re tired. Let’s go back to sleep. I’ll make you—”

“Make me?” he barked, and his voice cracked on the word like it was an insult. “You don’t make me do anything.”

He took one step closer, and my body did what it’s been trained to do for two years: it prepared to run.

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