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

drifted away one by one, like my life had become a contagion.

Neighbors waved from across the street but never came close.

Everyone loves a miracle until it becomes inconvenient.

The officers left without taking Tyler, because he hadn’t hit anyone in front of them and he could speak in full sentences and he didn’t fit the picture of someone who “needed” continue reading …