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

” he said.

I wasn’t. But it didn’t matter. Tyler lives in a world where truth is whatever his nervous system decides it is.

“I’m not,” I said, and I heard my voice tremble. “Tyler, you’re hurting me.”

He looked down at my wrist like he hadn’t realized it was attached to a person.

Then he yanked.

I stumbled forward, and my shoulder slammed into his nightstand.continue reading …