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

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Tyler’s chest heaved. His hands balled into fists. He took one step toward me.

And then—just like that—he stopped.

He looked at the officers again, and the mask slid back into place so smoothly it made my stomach twist.

He exhaled. He smiled, smaller now, almost sad.

“See?” he said quietly. “This is what she does. She wants me gone.”

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