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

mockingly. “See? Drama.”

One officer glanced at the broken front window, the plastic taped over it, the cold air leaking in.

“This window,” the officer said. “What happened?”

Tyler shrugged. “Accident.”

The officer looked at me.

I swallowed. My scarf was tight around my throat. My sleeve covered my wrist.

I could lie like I always do.

Or I could tell the continue reading …