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

I didn’t know I had and bolted out of his room.

Behind me, Tyler laughed.

Not because it was funny.

Because he liked that I ran.

I hit the hallway and sprinted toward my bedroom.

The bedroom I treat like a bunker every night.

But I’d broken the ritual.

The door was open.

The dresser was still shoved against it, but the deadbolt wasn’t slid. The lock wasn’t continue reading …