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

I took my medication bag from the counter when my turn came, and I walked out into the freezing air with tears burning my eyes.

By the time I got home, Tyler was awake, pacing the living room, restless. He was in one of his “wired” moods, the ones that make the house feel like a bomb.

“Where’d you go?” he demanded.

“Pharmacy,” I said.

He sniffed like he continue reading …