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

at me, and I saw the question behind his eyes.

Do you?

I didn’t answer.

Because the truth is—sometimes, yes.

Sometimes I want him gone the way a drowning person wants air.

Sometimes I want my house back. My sleep back. My dignity back.

Sometimes I want the miracle to stop.

The officers ended up doing what people always do when the situation doesn’t fit neatly continue reading …