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

engaged. The one click that makes me feel like I’m not completely helpless hadn’t happened.

I slammed the door anyway. I threw my weight against it and shoved the deadbolt with shaking fingers.

It caught.

For a second, I felt that familiar, pathetic relief.

Then Tyler hit the door.

Not once.

Over and over.

A heavy thud that made the frame vibrate. The dresser continue reading …